The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation—that away,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times barr’d-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Act 1, scene 1, 176–181
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人越來越長大，記性也逐漸地退化。以前會很瀟洒地說: “不用相機拍下來，不用文字寫下來，喜歡的，腦袋自然會記下來又或者說想記得自然會記得。”，實情是沒有腳的雀仔總有一天會落地，腦袋的記憶也需要文字記下。
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