“I had rather be a porter in the house of my God than to live in the pavilions of the wicked” (Psa lxxxiv.10).

This may prove a mordant sort of prophecy if indeed I live on as no more than a brooding — loiterer in the ante-room of the Kingdom.

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  1. Kylie
    September 23, 2009 at 01:07 | #1
    • Porter Doran
      September 23, 2009 at 01:08 | #2

      I have no recollection of the conversation, Miss Heaton; but I am sure you wrought your usual devastation and I was as unconscious of it as the legendary limbless knight.

      ;)

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