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act iii went up early
Saturday 19 July 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal, Joss Whedon!
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You must, he thought, beware of turgid speeches masking commonplace passions; as though the soul’s abundance does not sometimes spill over in the most decrepit metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of their needs, their ideas, their afflictions, and since human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars.
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