''Not one glance of compassion, not one commiserating reflection that I can find throughout his book, has he bestowed on those who lingered out the most wretched of lives, a life without hope in the most miserable of prisons. It is painful to behold a man employing his talents to corrupt himself. Nature has been kinder to Mr. Burke than he is to her. He is not affected by the reality of distress touching his heart, but by the showy resemblance of it striking his imagination. He pities the plumage, but forgets the dying bird. Accustomed to kiss the aristocratical hand that hath purloined him from himself, he degenerates into a composition of art, and the genuine soul of nature forsakes him. His hero or his heroine must be a tragedy-victim expiring in show, and not the real prisoner of misery, sliding into death in the silence of a dungeon''.
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Like a Tangled Mobile A susceptibility to the appeal of authoritarian irrationalism has become part of what it means to be a modern pers...
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Why are you standing on hot coals? So called civil society is hostile to every form of life. It's not just genocidal, it's geocidal.... -
'' So long as community always attests to a constituent body, it attests to the carnage that keeps it firmly intelligible. As Be...
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