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I am a door of metaphor. You’ll find no lock, no key. Let them have it how. Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! All are free to enter, at will. Web thou thyself must break at last.