Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:
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Decline often enters in small permissions rather than dramatic collapses. Drift likes soft language.
The proverb is not condemning rest. It is exposing the kind of indulgence that disguises itself as harmless while slowly weakening the structure of a life.
Its realism is sharp. Many losses begin in increments too small to seem serious at first.
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