I raise a glass, this last day of the god Janus, to all things good which have been lost. O god of gates and doors, time and beginning, yesterday and tomorrow - I toast you, two-faced mystery of our Pateres Romani. Do two faces demand two toasts? Yesterday (I realize now, to my shame, back-sliding secret lover of pagan glory) I was drinking with holy Gregory, today, with a delusion of demons?!
Mr.Williams keeps quiet. I'm sure he has something to say about this, likely ashamed of his master's fickleness. I pour some and then, later, I pour a little more.
Mr.Williams keeps quiet. I'm sure he has something to say about this, likely ashamed of his master's fickleness. I pour some and then, later, I pour a little more.
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