“And, as doth be human, I brake my rule straightway in the beginning.”
Source: The Night Land (1912), Chapter 7
“… and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires”
Source: The Great Gatsby
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