Charles Dickens

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.

The American elite is almost beyond redemption. . . . Moral
relativism has set in so deeply that the read more

The American elite is almost beyond redemption. . . . Moral
relativism has set in so deeply that the gilded classes have
become incapable of discerning right from wrong. Everything can
be explained away, especially by journalists. Life is one great
moral mush--sophistry washed down with Chardonnay. The ordinary
citizens, thank goodness, still adhere to absolutes. . . . It is
they who have saved the republic from creeping degradation while
their "betters" were derelict.

Why then we should drop into poetry.

Why then we should drop into poetry.

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That read more

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A
smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each
other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the
pudding.

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of read more

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of bread.