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I'm not sure if I'd be able to help but I'd like to think I'd try.
Since I'm not particularly big and strong, maybe first I'd look around for something hard to strike the guy with. If nothing was available, I'd try and get him in a strategically painful place.
I'd probably go for the hard kick to the groin first if I could find no weapon. I'd also try to grab the guy's hand that was holding the hammer, to stop him from hitting the person and myself with it.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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