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Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,

A being darkly wise, and rudely great:

With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,

With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,

He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;

In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast;

In doubt his mind and body to prefer;

Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err;

Alike in ignorance, his reason such,

Whether he thinks to little, or too much;

Chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd;

Still by himself, abus'd or disabus'd;

Created half to rise and half to fall;

Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all,

Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd;

The glory, jest and riddle of the world.

-Alexander Pope


For those of you wanting for someone to blame, look no farther than the mad quartet of Humphrey, Lauren, Raymond and Howard.

This book is dedicated to their singular achievement,

And also to Kitty, who loves the snark more than Lewis Caroll ever did.

And Then She Was Gone

A Clarke Lantham Mystery

by J. Daniel Sawyer

9:30 AM, Saturday

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