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Nothing like the act of eating for equalising men. Dying is nothing to it. The philosopher dies sententiously - the the pharisee ostentatiously - the simple-hearted humbly - the poor idiot blindly, as the sparrow falls to the ground; the philosopher and the idiot, publican and pharisee, all eat after the same fashion - given an equally good digestion.

- Elizabeth Gaskell
North and South

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  1. Anonymous17 September, 2009 11:03

    Sweet! You're reading it too! Well, I have 42 more pages in "Israel, My Beloved" and then I can North and South, which could very well be in a few hours. Yay.

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  2. Unknown17 September, 2009 12:47

    I'm finishing it even as I type! It's so very good. But if you're about to start reading it now, I'd better be quick about ordering you something new for when you're finished. Hm...

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  3. Anonymous18 September, 2009 10:50

    Something long? Maybe good for my approaching road trip/moving trip? Did I tell you that I am moving again?

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  4. Unknown20 September, 2009 11:24

    but i thought you had secured a live-in position? involving seclusion and children?

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