I have heard it said that when any strange, supernatural, and necromantic adventure has occurred to a human being, that being, however desirous he may be to conceal the same, feels that certain periods torn up as it were by an intellectual earthquake and is forced to bear the inner depths of his spirit to another.

I am a witness to the truth of this.

I have dearly sworn to myself never to reveal to human ears the

horrors to which I once in excess of fiendly pride delivered myself over.

The holy man who heard my confession and reconciled me to the church is dead.

None knows that once...

Why should it not be thus? Why tell a tale of impious tempting of Providence and soul subduing humiliation.

Why? Answer me, ye who are wise in the secrets of human nature.

I only know that so it is, and in spite of strong resolve of a pride that too much masters me

of shame and even of fear so to render myself odious to my species I must speak.

H.P. podcraft.

boy I know that feeling shame pride.

Well you know it's where you feel pretty bad about something you've done, but then maybe a little bit proud of it, too.

I certainly know shame. I'm not proud of it.

I've been thinking about that phrase, that phrase I'm not proud of it. I've been I've been thinking about that phrase that phrase I'm not proud of it because it's often used defensively. I'm not proud of it.

Right. But nobody ever says that about something any reasonable person would ever be proud of.

Oh right, of course. You know you never give

somebody a bowl of soup and say that's a little bland I'm not proud of it. It's always

more like Chad did you pass out in front of my house last night in a tube top

with no pants on.

Look, I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either.

What was that lovely passage we heard at the beginning of the show?

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