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<title>#39 &#8212; Eleanor from The Lion in Winter by James Goldman</title>
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<description>&quot;Of course he has a knife.  He always has a knife.  We all have knives.  It is eleven eighty-three and we're barbarians.  How clear we make it.  Oh, my piglets, we're the origins of war.  Not history's forces nor the times nor justice nor the lack of it nor causes&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#991 &#8212; Philip from The Lion in Winter by James Goldman</title>
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<description>&quot;One time, when I was very small, I watched some soldiers take their dinner pig and truss it up and put the thing, alive and kicking, on the fire.  That's the sound I'm going to hear from you.  You - you made my father nothing.  You were always better.  You&#8230;&quot;</description>
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