The Angle

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In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.

"On parade in a book pressed poppy concession and playing pious in my pew, I am peering through these shuttered panes at the powder pouting girls and thinking sundry. I am nodding jerk approval of your modulated script and planning prompt disgression from your dripping pulpit pander to the duty doing faithless. I am panting out your prayers to a power happied god for the new succession babe barren borne in brittle birth. I am preying on the claim of your paddle padded plenty to the child drowning plain of constant lilt and money. I am waiting for your pride to prod the mystic magic in the plush for blushing chalice. I am pending to pretend my own substantial blend in the pinking pointed pronouns of the priest."

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