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⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⣯⡭⠀⢟⢿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⣼⠏⠴⠶⠈⠘⠻⣘⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣠⣾⡟⠁⡀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠡⠛⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠙⠻⢴⠞⠁⠀⠊⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⢃⠄⠂⠀⠀⢀⠞⢣⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠐⠈⠀⠀⡺⠙⡄⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠴⠁⠀⠚⠀⡸⣷⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠔⠁⠀⢀⠄⠀⠁⢻⣧
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀⢠⣇⠀⢘⣬⠀⠀⣬⣠⣦⣼⣿⠏
⡠⠐⢂⡡⠾⢀⡾⠋⠉⠉⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀
⠉⢉⡠⢰⠃⠸⠓⠒⠂⠤⡇⠀⡿⠟⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠘⢳⡞⣅⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣌⢀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠘⠊⠀
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
⡆⢀⠀⢸⡿⠯⢉⣴⣶⣌⣻⣿⣿⣿⣥⣾⣷⠀⠀⠀⡀⠈
⡇⢸⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡙⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢠⣧⠀⠀
⠸⣼⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⣾⡿⢀⣼
⠀⢹⣆⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣧⡘⠿⠟⣰⣿⠟⠁⠀⠐⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠸⠿⣦⠀⢀⣶⣍⡛⠿⢿⣷⣾⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠁⠸⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿
⠔⠃⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠠⣴⣶⣶⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⡡⠘
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣆⠈⠻⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠈⠻⣇⠀⢀⣴⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠙⠀⣸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⡄⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣷⣜⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠿⠀⠀⠙⠛⠛⠿⣿⣧⡹⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙
⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠳⠸