No man is an island, entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
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