Alas, poor Europe, I knew it well. A continent of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment?With apologies to William Shakespeare, Europe is faring only a little better than the dead court jester, Yorick, whose skull Prince Hamlet ...
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