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William Ralph Inge

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Patriotism varies, from a noble devotion to a moral lunacy.
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"Our Present Discontents" (August 1919) in Outspoken Essays (1919), p. 2

 
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But it had not been lunacy to Emma and Scott. They thought differently. They used x logic. Those notes Emma had made on the page — she'd translated Carroll's words into symbols both she and Scott could understand.
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