I feed on the food that alone is mine and that I was born for

“ When evening has
come, I return to my
house and go into
my study. At the
door I take off my
clothes of the day,
covered with mud
and mire, and I put
on my regal and
courtly garments;
and decently
reclothed, I enter the
ancient courts of
ancient men, where,
received by them
lovingly, I feed on
the food that alone is
mine and that I was
born for. There I am
not ashamed to
speak with them and
to ask them the
reason for their
actions; and they in
their humanity reply
to me. And for the
space of four hours I
feel no boredom, I
forget every pain, I
do not fear poverty,
death does not
frighten me. I
deliver myself
entirely to them.
Niccolò Machiavelli ,
The Prince

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