Special Guest Svither: Jane Elliott
(with commentary by theric)


    I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad--as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? They have a worth--so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane--quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.

Jane has a good point, folks. When is the best time to make important and difficult decisions? Now in the silence? Or then in the chaos?

As I familiarize myself with her story, it's hard to see why she does not follow her passion. But I think she made the right choice. By following her previous choice.

But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -


But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -


But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -


But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -


But how can I be sure?

What makes you think you can be?

I need to be sure!


I need to be sure.

There is no surety.

But I need to be sure.

I am sorry.

I know.

We must go on.

We will go on.

Let's go.

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