A terrible, beetle-browed, mastiff-mouthed, yellow-skinned, broad-bottomed, grim-taciturn individual; with a pair of dull-cruel-lo...oking black eyes, and as much Parliamentary intellect and silent-rage in him ... as I have ever seen in any man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now Air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd Bat, With short shrill Shriek flits by on leathern Wing,... Or where the Beetle winds His small but sullen Horn,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Morals are in all countries the result of legislation and government; they are not African or Asian or European: they are good or ...bad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,... The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Exploitation and oppression is not a matter of race. It is the system, the apparatus of world-wide brigandage called imperialism, ...which made the Powers behave the way they did. I have no illusions on this score, nor do I believe that any Asian nation or African nation, in the same state of dominance, and with the same system of colonial profit-amassing and plunder, would have behaved otherwise.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are not about to send American boys 9 or 10,000 miles away from home to do what Asian boys ought to be doing for themselves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
After the planet becomes theirs, many millions of years will have to pass before a beetle particularly loved by God, at the end of... its calculations will find written on a sheet of paper in letters of fire that energy is equal to the mass multiplied by the square of the velocity of light. The new kings of the world will live tranquilly for a long time, confining themselves to devouring each other and being parasites among each other on a cottage industry scale.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was an old woman and she lived in a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.... She crumm'd 'em some porridge without any bread And she borrowed a beetle, and she knocked 'em all on the head. Then out went the old woman to bespeak 'em a coffin And when she came back she found' em all a-loffing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »