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I am what I am: an individual, unique and different, with a lineal history of an ancestral promptings and urgings, a history of dreams, desires, and of special experiences, of all of which I am the sum total.
— Charlie Chaplin

Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul

The long-drawn virgin vales; the mild blue hill-sides; as over these there steals the hush, the hum; you almost swear that play-wearied children lie sleeping in these solitudes, in some glad May-time, when the flowers of the woods are plucked. And all this mixes with your most mystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way […]

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The priests took their places in front of the judge

“Have you been ill-treated?” “Not at all.” “Very well; let the complainants come in.” A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three Indian priests entered. “That’s it,” muttered Passepartout; “these are the rogues who were going to burn our young lady.” The priests took their places in front of the judge, […]

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The truth is incontrovertible. Panic may resent it, ignorance may deride it, malice may distort it, but there it is.

The aborigine, apparently uninjured, climbed quickly into the skiff.

Nobly the giant battled for his life, beating with his stone hatchet against the bony armor that covered that frightful carcass; but for all the damage he inflicted he might as well have struck with his open palm. At last I could endure no longer to sit supinely by while a fellowman was dragged down […]

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