The deterioration by age and time, is perhaps the saddest thing I know of.
Cruel indeed is our fallen world that knife edges, once so sharp as to cut through all the problems of the world with a wink and a laugh, are dulled. They become useful now only as letter openers, drudging on, fumbling in the grayness and growing slow in the cold.
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