dedalus Posted August 26, 2011 Share Posted August 26, 2011 This world, awash with words, Offers no peace: the lease On the life of an orphan child Runs out in sixteen weeks. That’s when the boys die. Girls tend to last a little longer. We are fortunate people, dear friends. The gods indeed have smiled upon us. We can afford to throw a few coins To Sister Wu-Jen, help her with Relief. Relaxations. Chuckles. Good-natured rooting around in pockets. The clink of copper and silver. Catholics, are they? – Sorry? Well, are they Catholics? I’d rather give money to the C of E. But the C of E, Tusker, Does nothing. Don’t like damn’d Jesuits. They are not Jesuits, Tusker. Papists. Same bloody thing. Matter of principle. The children are Chinese. They are starving. Do you think they worry About the 39 Articles? Should do, if they want my money. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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