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Overwritten | brown with strikethrough |
Added inline | purple with double underline |
Uncertain | gray with wavy underline |
Supplied from another source | turquoise with brackets |
Metamark | |
Long deletion | gray background with top and bottom border |
What we call Literature is but a the blind moist and wobbling cub, new just born and its eyes not open yet in many days.—I am ^You are ana living man, and think; in that alone is a more heightless and fathomless wonder than all the productions of letters and arts in all the years ^nations and periods of this earth.—