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Penultimate Amazing
As a sort of general principle, one can always turn to Shakespeare at times like this:
Alas, poor country, -
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave: where nothing
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans, and shrieks that rent the air,
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
Is there scarce asked for who; and good men's lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.
(Macbeth)