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I hate to disappoint you, but he didn't look real honorable then. I wish I could get this ex-Catholic, ex-hippie code of yours, though. Wish I understood why sometime in the sixties you turned your back on a martyr God who causes the hearts of old women in babushkas peter cook and dudley moore to race with longing for a purity they will never reach, in favor peter cook and dudley moore of a sacrificed, ancient god of pleasure who makes the minds of intellectuals race with images of peter cook and dudley moore a frenzy they will never dare attain. And was it a token of love that you not only wished me suffering, illness, betrayals, humiliations, but offered them by your own hand? I was glad not to take your pity, glad you never offered, considered it a compliment of the highest rite. You really struck gold with me, didn't you? A disciple without even knowing it, I let you purify my sins by fire, worshipped at the feet of your philosopher gods by instinct alone.
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