"So defenseless is hope before the court of reason that it
stands in constant need of fashioning its own confirmations. It reaches out to
heroic song and story; it stoops to superstition. It shrinks from flattering
consolations; it likes its battles hard won, but it surrounds itself with
ceremonial and fetish."— Thornton Wilder, The Eighth Day: A Novel (1967)
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