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Rh (Who are you? you mean devil! And what are you
 * secretly guilty of, all your life?

Will you turn aside all your life? Will you grub
 * and chatter all your life?)

(And who are you—blabbing by rote, years, pages,
 * languages, reminiscences,

Unwitting to-day that you do not know how to speak
 * a single word?)

Let others finish specimens—I never finish specimens, I shower them by exhaustless laws, as nature does,
 * fresh and modern continually.

I give nothing as duties, What others give as duties, I give as living impulses; (Shall I give the heart's action as a duty?)

Let others dispose of questions—I dispose of nothing
 * —I arouse unanswerable questions;

Who are they I see and touch, and what about them? What about these likes of myself, that draw me so
 * close by tender directions and indirections?

Let others deny the evil their enemies charge against
 * them—but how can I the like?

Nothing ever has been, or ever can be, charged against
 * me, half as bad as the evil I really am;

I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my
 * friends, but listen to my enemies—as I myself
 * do;

I charge you, too, forever, reject those who would
 * expound me—for I cannot expound myself,