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Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? (52)
Does anybody else see Patrick Henry wrestling a Dementor here? Because that's what we see. We know one thing, there's no hope in Azkaban.