But my soul is
more than man. And
the last twist of the
hand. Tis my brain
was paved with horses'
hoofs. There goes
three thousand dollars,
men are most apt
to tear in
pieces. And you
see what was
to be eaten, man.
Statistically Analyzed Texts:
T.S. Eliot, Poems
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
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