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presence. being. here. one. thing. at. a. time. can. you. hear. it???
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little teacher, being-teaching
“The first [supposed virtue] I shall hold out to your observation is Nationality. A certain indigenous set of romance writers called English Historians, having, time after time, told you very pompous stories of Frenchmen cut into fritters by English valour, of mountains of Spaniards looked to death by the terrors of the British eye, you are taught, by these fine stories, to contract an affection and veneration for the exploits of these glorious proficients in the science of human butchery, and hence you are taught to consider, of course, that as the persons who tell all these great exploits bore the name of Englishmen, you ought to love the character of Englishmen better than any other, and to hold all other beings in contempt: without enquiring whether they do not possess the same powers of mind, nay, whether the romance writers of other countries, that is to say, their historians, have not, in return, made those Spaniards and Frenchmen cut myriads of English Dogs into fritters in the same miraculous manner. In short, you are to love Englishmen because they are descended from Englishmen who, as you are told, murdered the natives of France in inconceivable numbers, and you are to hate all Frenchmen (run away emigrants now excepted) because they are descended from the Frenchmen so murdered. Hence, Citizens, the perpetual animosity between nation and nation. What! – am I who are descended from Britons who have so frequently scourged those dogs of France – am I to suffer a Frenchman to consider himself my equal? Shall I, who pretend to be so proud of liberty, suffer a Frenchman to think of liberty for himself? – No, it is an insult to the sacred records of British history; and, remembering the cut-throat virtues of my ancestors, I must be sure to carry on the same trade of cutting throats in my time also.”
- John Thelwall, The Tribune (1794)
Turn 5 years old in your time today but time not important. Right now life is good for dog. Sun makes me warm and breeze keeps nose cool. Ate bread this morning. ARoOoo! A bird must chase. Always gets away but still fun. Tonight get sleep on soft bed. Am happy.
Si vede che assomiglia alla mamma, no? Sara' il naso, lo sguardo misterioso e impenetrabile, quella voglia di scappare dai guinzagli...
Al padre invece... mmm... si', mangiano tutti e due il pollo - preferibilmente arrosto e biologico.