Friday, February 4, 2011
Judge Edward is waiting at the dock. With him are a doctor and (to the Colonel’s horror) the Reverend P.J. Van Pelt.
I walk beside the Colonel’s litter as we cross the landing to Winant’s Hotel.
En route the Colonel whispered, “If you should hear that I have died in the bosom of the Dutch Reformed Church, you will know that either a noble mind was entirely overturned at the end or a man of the cloth has committed perjury.
Gore Vidal, Burr (London: Abacus, 1994), 472.

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