"Once there lived a king and queen who were rich and had everything they could wish for but no children. She complained day and night about this, and said, "I am like a field on which nothing will grow." Opening lines of "The Donkey," a Grimm's tale And once there was a student who despaired, as well, and for years, inside of a very lovely life. Her despair was a bona fide demon from the underworld of soul. Nonetheless, she was chagrined, for hers was not a demon of sickness

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