But he that repenteth toward the law of God, and at the sight of the sacrament, or of the breaking, feeling, eating, chamming, or drinking, calleth to remembrance the death of Christ, his body breaking and blood shedding for our sins …

The way out is along this corridor.

Lynn lived on LeRoy Street in a basement apartment through which the street dust blew into the dust of the plantless garden.

Yeah, I’ve learned to downplay the “edgykashun” angle here. Especially since the vast majority of mine was obtained outside Oklahoma, where I might have been exposed to dangerous outside ideas. Fortunately, my experience in ‛Bama taught me to recognize the symptoms of sophophobia, so I have learned to adapt and only reveal my “credentials” to those similarly endowed. So, show me yours and I’ll show you mine.