"My eager protestations, made in the glory of my ghostly strength, I am ashamed of; but those crystal tears, wherewith my sin and weakness was bewailed, have procured my endless joy; my strength hath been my ruin, and my fall my stay."
(I must admit, every time I read Richard Hooker, I think of that part in The Two Towers when Mr. Bunchweather the Schmalcauldren of Wickern plays that killer guitar solo under the waterfall, right before Robin Hood rescues Bryan Adams from the Mirror Queen...No, I'm not a fan of the LOTR)
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