People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people — John Updike, The Widows of Eastwick

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people — John Updike, The Widows of Eastwick

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people — John Updike, The Widows of Eastwick

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people — John Updike, The Widows of Eastwick

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people — John Updike, The Widows of Eastwick

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep.

— John Updike, The Widows of Eastwick

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