The first lays his head upon the pillow, trusting that his work hath made the world a better place for the morrow.
The second retires late into the night, hides his tools, and -- just before sleep -- congratulates himself that the world will confront itself in scant hours hence; see its image reflected once more in sea and sky; then scream and vomit anew.
As always, you are welcome.
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Yup.
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