Ingrid Birgitte siterer Frankenstein, or, the modern prometheus av Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
10:50, 26. september 2010 1 har det som favoritt.
Alas! why does man boast of sensibilities superior to those apparent in the brute, it only renders them more necessary beings. If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.
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