By the end, everybody had a label - pig, liberal, radical, revolutionary... If you had everything but a gun, you were a radical but not a revolutionary.

Where money shines,
There wisdom holds 
No special light! 
Defeat is the name
Of such a site! 
Plight!

The preacher said, “She looks tar’d.’’ “Women’s always tar’d,’’ said Tom. “That’s just the way women is, ’cept at meetin’ once an’ again.

Come athwart my hawse and I shall ride you down, you half-baked son of an Egyptian fart,’ to a wool-gathering jolly-boat; and art echoed from either shore.

Written By Patrick O'Brian

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