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Important Quotations Explained
1. Now,
what I want is Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts.
Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out
everything else. You can only form the mind of reasoning animals
upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them.
2. It
is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine
will do; but not all the calculators of the National debt can tell
me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism
or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the
reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these quiet
servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions.
4. Coketown
lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to
the sun’s rays. You only knew the town was there because you knew
there could have been no such sulky blotch upon the prospect without
a town. A blur of soot and smoke, now confusedly tending this way,
now that way, now aspiring to the vault of Heaven, now murkily creeping
along the earth, as the wind rose and fell, or changed its quarter:
a dense formless jumble, with sheets of cross light in it, that
showed nothing but masses of darkness—Coketown in the distance was
suggestive of itself, though not a brick of it could be seen.
5. Look
how we live, an’ wheer we live, an’ in what numbers, an’ by what
chances, an’ wi’ what sameness; and look how the mills is awlus
a-goin’, and how they never works us no nigher to onny distant object-‘ceptin
awlus Death. Look how you considers of us, and writes of us, and
talks of us, and goes up wi’ your deputations to Secretaries o’
State ‘bout us, and how yo are awlus right, and how we are awlus wrong,
and never had’n no reason in us sin ever we were born. Look how
this ha’ growen an’ growen sir, bigger an’ bigger, broader an’ broader,
harder an’ harder, fro year to year, fro generation unto generation.
Who can look on’t sir, and fairly tell a man ‘tis not a muddle? |
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