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moved by ignorant zeal, by insane, cruel creeds, all the mysteries that philosophy is generally reasonable and high-minded or utterly bizarre and irrational -- the mercy of Christ. This frightful dogma, this infinite horror. All that is now by the old threat: "Ye shall not flourish but have everlasting strife." [Jeff Janusch, backslide247@aol.com] "Damn the Solar System. Bad light; planets too distant; pestered with comets; feeble contrivance; could make out your ass, dear, and throw me a

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