I don't like too many of George Will's columns but on one occasion he go it just right when he discussed what an aging pitcher brings to the mound when their arm is going. He said when the pitcher has nothing left to throw, they "throw their heart".
Typical sentimental baseball bullshit. But consider The Aging Fleetwoods singing perhaps the most beautiful song in the long history of Rock:
Fruit of the Poisonous Tree
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*As someone pointed out, it was no accident the statue of Lee was facing
north.*
It was seminary that radicalized me. I know that, now.
Seminary taught ...
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