I learned to code on an early home computer in the 1980s.
The setting sun gave out no warmth on that chalkwhite desert, and the rising nightwind did nothing to cool the arid air.
I'm going to do something cat-melodeon wrong and say you did it and everyone will believe me.
It was reserved for Christians to torture bread, the staff of life, bread for which children in whole districts wail, bread, the gift of pasture to the poor, bread, for want of which thousands of our fellow beings annually perish by famine; it was reserved for Christians to torture the material of bread by fire, to create a chemical and maddening poison, burning up the brain and brutalizing the soul, and producing evils to humanity, in comparison of which, war, pestilence, and famine, cease to be evils.
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