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...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors


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10.1.07

Now I pray for her

"The signs at Costco are a lot bigger than the ones on my roof," she said

"I am going to keep going, because it is all I can do,'' she said. "God chose me to be His servant. There is such a thing as freedom of speech."
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For months, cars and pedestrians have been passing slowly by the yellow house at all hours of the day and night, pointing at the giant letters on the roof and at other messages painted on the garage door, windows and the red compact car parked in the driveway.
The messages are a barely intelligible garble involving cloning, abuse, rape, the Mafia, Castro, Hitler, the Constitution, hurricane Katrina, Watergate and President Bush.
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Jackson said she's tried to be a good neighbor. She offered to share her Thanksgiving dinner with Benavides, and she tries to chat from time to time, but it's become increasingly harder to get through.

"Now I pray for her, and I hope she gets help," Jackson said. "It's an unbelievable situation."
Steve Rubenstein/SFGate 08.Jan.07
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a barely intelligible garble involving animals and dragons and fire and war
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a barely intelligible garble involving animals and fire and blood and birds and flesh and war
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a barely intelligible garble involving a Lamb and Zion, and harpers harping with their harps, and the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth, which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins, and angels, and Babylon - fallen, fallen, that great city - and wine and fornication, and the beast and his image and his mark, and more wine this time belonging to God, and fire and brimstone, and the Lamb again, and the smoke of their torment, and the beast again and his image and his mark, and the dead, blessed, and a white cloud, and a golden crown and a sharp sickle, and another angel, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud

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