[…] Flo came in with a jingle of keys, swathed in a perfumed mist of hair spray and fresh nail lacquer — every Thursday morning Flo left for the post office at eleven A.M. and came back freshly painted and beehived.
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If it be true, that there is a Firſt Being who has drawn or created all the reſt from nothing, man is truly his image; …. But an image, is but an image ſtill, and can be but an adumbration or ſhadow of the true perfect Being.
Compare but the northern poets — and they were all improvisers — with the lamentable poetastery of the Roman emperors which Suetonius quotes.
Don't be a sorehead! Forgive, forget and get on with your life.
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