I have drunk deeply of the hateraid and now nothing touches my hard, calloused soul. There are those who maintain I never had one to start with.
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
I'd just like to say that, at least once, Jane Galt herself read my page and commented. I'm so thrilled I could just pop. I abase myself at your feet, m'lady. Please forgive me my moment of heretical weakness.
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