If man is forced to choose between his country or the world, I choose the later. For countries are nothing more than fixations of man, and man is but a creation of this world.
Doth thou not know I? Whose family crest is secured so high?
You ignorant fool, how dare you not know! For when a Jarlsberg speaks, the voice echoes below.
For we are the highest of ranks. Noble in our cause, the finest wines we have drank, from the farthest of shores.
Indeed we are a breed superior to all. There is nothing that we need. The Jarlsbergs, will never! I say, never fall!
Horses we’ve got plenty! Our bounty they all pull. Our glasses never empty. Our bellies always full
So go on now boy! Fetch me my gun! And get on now boy! Let’s see how fast you can run!
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