Anyone who reads as much as I do is probably familiar with the closing paragraph of the acknowledgment section of a book. It ends with the author making it clear that if there are faults in the book, they should be blamed on him and not anyone else.
Richard Mouwl’s Calvinism in the Las Vegas Airport concludes quite appropriately, in light of his topic:
All of these folks were so helpful, and I was so diligent in taking full advantage of their wise counsel, that any remaining errors or infelicities must simply be chalked up either to the mysteries of divine predestination or–more likely–to the subtle but very real continuing marks of my own depravity.
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