To Sisyphus:
We shall relieve you.
Shall you obey our conditions?
We heard the din of your lamentations and pitied you.
Sisyphus:
No thank you.
I take not conditions?
Said the Heavens: Why?
Sisyphus:
My calculations tell me not to choose a new task master that be only new.
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