Many a man will confess that a sound thrashing at the hands of
some other lad in the days of his youth was the beginning of his
moral development; that, after the ache was over, it set him to
thinking. Nature abhors monotony almost as much as a vacuum, and
seems to have provided that at various times a general shaking
up is necessary to maintain the proper standard.--JAMES M.
STIFLER, “The Fighting Saint.”
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