It is a shame for the soul to be first to give away in this life, when thy body does not give away.
Gone, for many, was rural or small-town life, where the pace of work was determined by night and day, sowing and harvest. In its place people found the precision and the regimen of the factory world. God’s sun was hidden behind the smoke, and in its place was the factory whistle, symbol of man’s time, not God’s.
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🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
“This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.”
“Bu senin hayatın ve her dakika biraz daha sona eriyor.”
Donna Tartt — On The Fatal FlawAlıntı
Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.
Livingstone realized that the slave trade could not continue apart from Africans’ own participation in it. When slave raiding was the way to wealth, the temptation was always present to raid weaker neighboring tribes, which made life perilous for all but the most powerful. Only if the Africans could be persuaded to support themselves in other ways, to engage in legitimate commerce, exchanging the products of their own fields and forests for those desirable things the whites could supply, would the evil and destructive commerce of slavery be brought to an end. That, at any rate, was Livingstone’s conviction, a central part of his dream for Africa.