Ultimately, these narratives encode for us the fundamental human hope that the mercy of the Almighty will envelop us all, erase all the failings that make us so fallibly human, and allow us to reach our fullest potential […]
A Robe of Tiſſue, ſtiff with golden Wire; / An upper Veſt, once Hellen’s rich Attire; …
He made Yossarian think of cripples and of cold and hungry men and women, and of all the dumb, passive, devout mothers with catatonic eyes nursing infants outdoors that same night with chilled animal udders bared insensibly to that same raw rain.
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.
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