Commentary: Fame: 'I'm (not) gonna live forever
"How fevered is the man who cannot look
Upon his mortal days with temperate blood,
Who vexes all the leaves of his life's book,
And robs his fair name of its maidenhood...";
So wrote English poet John Keats in "On Fame."
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