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  "thread": {
    "id": 3976,
    "subject": "The White Goddess",
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    "first": "2003-04-28T15:39:33+00:00",
    "last": "2003-04-28T15:39:33+00:00"
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    {
      "message_id": "<urth-v0304-3350@digest.urth.net>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Che Monro",
        "address": "flirt at technologist.com"
      },
      "date": "2003-04-28T15:39:33+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) The White Goddess",
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          "text": "  ...For [the poet] there is no other woman but Cerridwen and he desires \none thing above all else in the world: her love. As Blodeuwedd, she will \ngladly give him her love, but at only one price: his life. She will exact \npayment punctually and bloodily. Other women, other goddesses, are \nkinder-seeming. They sell their love at a reasonable rate--sometimes a man \nmay even have it for the asking. But not Cerridwen: for with her love goes \nwisdom.... (Robert Graves)\n\nStartlingly similar to the themes of There Are Doors, of course...\n\nChe\n\nChé Franz Joseph Monro -- http://www.chemonro.com\nche at chemonro.com    --     flirt at technologist.com"
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