The Righteous

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A man who cultivates his garden, as Voltaire wished.
He who is grateful for the existence of music.
He who takes pleasure in tracing an etymology.
Two employees who play a silent game of chess in a southern café.
The potter, premeditating a colour and shape.
A typographer setting this page with care, albeit perhaps disliking it.
A woman and a man reading out the final tercet of a certain canto.
He who strokes a sleeping animal.
He who justifies or seeks to justify the wrong done to him.
He who is grateful for the existence of Stevenson.
He who prefers others to be right.
These people, anonymously, are saving the world.

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✍  Jorge Luis Borges (Buenos Aires, Argentina, 24 August 1899 ~ Geneva, Switzerland , 14 June 1986).

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