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Even thou canst give me neither thought nor thing,

Were it the priceless pearl hid in the land, Which if I fix thereon a greedy gaze, Becomes not poisen that doth burn and cling; Their own bad look my foolish eyes doth daze, They see the gift, see not the giving hand— From the living root the apple dead I wring. GM

Screwtape explains the law of undulation:

My dear Wormwood, So you ‘have great hopes that the patient’s religious phase is dying away’, have you? I always thought the Training College had gone to pieces since they put old Subgob at the head of it, and now I am sure. Has no one every told you about the law of Undulation? Humans

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