Trident
The fools of hope only, love only, or faith only, split the trident of our life energy. They pervert the fresh hopes of childhood into the sour milk of eternal moralizing, the great power of enthusiasm into nervous fits of excitement, and the tenacity of a responsive faith into the brutal energy of a “climber”. (Rosenstock-Huessy, Time Bettering Days and Other Essays, 55)
I gotta have my orange juice. 
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