But if there be, or ever were, one such, It’s past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy: yet to imagine An Antony were nature’s piece ’gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite.
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But not all shall vie for this great honor.
Sabaa Tahir -- An Ember in the Ashes
Five fortysomething women, all in capri pants, like they were rehearsing a dance show: two of them—slender and blond and tanned—vying for the lead, the others cheerfully resigned to second string.