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A MAN OF A CERTAIN AGE told me something I wrote consisted too much
of complaint. He warned that an audience with the expectation of entertainment would not abide it for very long; unfortunately, my words were never for him in the first place, or the nebulous audience he summoned for the purpose of dismissing me. No — my words were the piquant complaint of generations, some four hundred years, after which God took notice, responding with a mighty hand, an outstretched arm, great terror, signs and wonders..."
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