Charles Dickens

Circumstances beyond my individual control.

Circumstances beyond my individual control.

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.

When found, make a note of.

When found, make a note of.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food read more

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
. . . .
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."