I read a few pages of Liberated over breakfast and found this:
It must never be there two, only, son. A third ever masked masquerades in wait, and shall whisper as through veil straightaway -- riddles saving, simple plain counsel, providing.
It must never be there two, only, son. A third ever masked masquerades in wait, and shall whisper as through veil straightaway -- riddles saving, simple plain counsel, providing.
As I was waking up this morning, there came to my mind a certain part of the Mormon temple ritual, in which the initiate, being asked by one...
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