It's the dose that makes the poison.
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Softly her tower crumbled in the sweet silent sun.
The wasp was investigating her plate. Its body was throbbing. "We shall try to eat one later," she observed, "but it must be gorged to taste good. Of course, it can’t sting your tongue. No animal will touch a person’s tongue. When a lion has finished a traveler, bones and all, he always leaves the man’s tongue lying like that in the desert" (making a negligent gesture).
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