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"Conradi himself quotes a French Catholic priest who in his nineties was asked what, if anything, he had learned about the human heart after continuous exposure to its darkest secrets. Nothing at all, the priest first replied. Then, after some reflection, he said that he had understood one thing: that there are fundamentally no grown-ups."

"Excuse me, sir! Sir..."

"...you have fascist testicles."

First post: the past.

A sister insisted I do this. I resisted for philological reasons I will explain in the future.

My firm intention is to cultivate an atmosphere of cheerful mean-spiritedness.

Indiscriminate use of italics is also on the cards.