A Discordian Dilemma

Inhale, Exhale

Rappaccini’s DaughterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne
The distrustful gardener, while plucking away the dead leaves or pruning the too luxuriant growth of the shrubs, defended his hands with a pair of thick gloves. Nor were these his only armor. When, in his walk through the garden, he came to the magnificent plant that hung [...]