I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery; you shall have no other gods before... me. You shall not make for yourself an idol, whether in the form of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I the LORD your God am a jealous God, punishing children for the iniquity of parents, to the third and the fourth generation of those who reject me, but showing steadfast love to the thousandth generation of those who love me and keep my commandments. You shall not make wrongful use of the name of the LORD your God, for the LORD will not acquit anyone who misuses his name. Remember the sabbath day, and keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work. But the seventh day is a sabbath to the LORD your God; you shall not do any work -you, your son or your daughter, your male or female slave, your livestock, or the alien resident in your towns. For in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but rested the seventh day; therefore the LORD blessed the sabbath day and consecrated it. Honor your father and your mother, so that your days may be long in the land that the LORD your God is giving you. You shall not murder. You shall not commit adultery. You shall not steal. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice? Let us rather call it injus...tice, but of a sly effective order, based entirely on cruel knowledge of the resistance of the weak, their capacity for pain, humiliation and misery. Injustice sustained at the exact degree of necessary tension to turn the cogs of the huge machine-for- the-making-of-rich-men, without bursting the boiler.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The learned professors have been at considerable pains in their attempts to make a distinction between tools and implements on the... one hand, and machinery on the other. Nor have they arrived much of anywhere. The one is continually shading into the other. Here is an ordinary shovel used by a day labourer in a ditch; here is the same shovel with a somewhat thicker handle, containing a pneumatic attachment which is said to improve its digging power; here is a very much larger shovel with curved ends and steel teeth, hitched to an arm that is hitched to a steam engine, which can gobble up a cartload of dirt at one mouthful. Where does the tool stop and the machine begin? A grindstone is widely held to be a primitive tool; a turret lathe is widely held to be a machine. Both spin around. What is the essential difference? The employment of nonhuman power, steam, oil, gas, has been defined as the difference. Well and good. Then everything worked by human hands and legs is a tool only, and bicycles, typewriters, adding machines, sewing machines, foot lathes, clocks, hand-pumps--are not machines. Which is absurd. And what is one to do with treadmills for grinding corn, whose motive power is said by some to be the donkey, and by some the carrot in front of his nose?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Philosophers multiply our general nouns and verbs; they give fresh sense to stale terms; "man" and "nature" are their characters; ...while novelists toil at filling in the blanks in proper names and at creating other singular affairs. A novelist may pin a rose to its stem as you might paper a tail to its donkey, the rose may blush at his command, but the philosopher can elevate that reddening from an act of simple verbal predication to an angel-like ingression, ennobling it among Beings. The soul, we must remember is the philosopher's invention, as thrilling a creation as, for instance, Madame Bovary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is panting; it is an odor with a face like the skin of a donkey. It laps my sores.... It is hurt, I think, as I touch its little head. It bleeds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They say that my donkey-hearted lover might leave sometime tomorrow.... Grow long, Blessed Night, so that for him tomorrow just won't be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jesus our brother, strong and good, Was humbly born in a stable rude,... And the friendly beasts around Him stood, Jesus our brother, strong and good. "I", said the donkey, shaggy and brownLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The work was like peeling an onion. The outer skin came off with difficulty ... but in no time you'd be down to its innards, tears... streaming from your eyes as more and more beautiful reductions became possible.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »