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There was no help for it. He was what he was, and that was an incorrigible meddler. Which, he reflected, was not an inadequate description of a mage.

— Judith Tarr Ars Magica (1989)

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May God preserve us from an honest pope.

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“Peace.” Gerbert rolled the word on his tongue. “Is that what it is? I’d been calling it happiness.”

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You are a fool, sir priest. Ignorance may excuse you. It will certainly kill you.

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“So eager still! Do you never tire?”
“Oh, yes, my Lord,” said Gerbert. “But when I’ve struggled long and hard, and then at last I understand, I forget everything but that.”

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