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The Miss Lonelyhearts of The New York Post-Dispatch (Are-you-in-trouble? -- Do-you-need-advice? -- Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. On it a prayer had been printed by Shrike, the feature editor.
"Soul of Miss L, glorify me. / Body of Miss L, nourish me / Blood of Miss L, intoxicate me. / Tears of Miss L, wash me. / Oh good Miss L, excuse my plea, / And hide me in your heart, / And defend me from mine enemies. / Help me, Miss L, help me, help me. / In saecula saeculorum. Amen."