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    KJR Your God hisses, splutters, like rain on hot tarmac, as it roves the 92 band. The White City cannot control it; its hymn has not tamed it. Mass may ...

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I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good... then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness.
— Leo Tolstoy