No self-respecting shilly-shallyist would ever stand by a statement, at
least not for more than a day or so. That is the whole beauty of being
one.
And you can tell the other godforsaken souls -- shriven or no -- in your
colony that you heard it directly from the Grand Epopt of
Shilly-Shallyists,
His Hopelessness, the Great Bob, who, gorging himself on pancakes on
Shrove
Tuesday, forgot to shrive; though they'll undoubtedly feign
disinterestedness, act nonchalant, raise their noses in the air and even
pooh-pooh you in a vain attempt to hide their envy. You are of course
right,
shriven, my head, like other heads -- save empty ones -- teems with
thoughts, but insightful ones, though I say so myself, and no, I don't
stand
by that statement any more than I stand by any other of my statements; I
just love to hear myself talk, to admire the melifluous smoothness of my
style, and stand in awe at the brilliance of my tinsel truths.

Bob Hopeless

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