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"The French have already discovered that the blackness of the skin is no reason a human being should be abandoned without redress to the caprice of a tormentor. It may one day come to be recognized that the number of the legs, the villosity of the skin, or the termination of the os sacrum are reasons equally insufficient for abandoning a sensitive being to the same fate. What else is it that should trace the insuperable line? Is it the faculty of reason or perhaps the faculty of discourse? But a full-grown horse or dog, is beyond comparison a more rational, as well as a more conversable animal, than an infant of a day or a week or even a month, old. But suppose the case were otherwise, what would it avail? the question is not, Can they reason?, nor Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?" - Jeremy Bentham 1789.



Vir sapiens fortis est et vir doctus robustus et validus.


I'm so glad I'm intelligent enough to realize I'm stupid


Settling back 05/09/2024

Ēala deore lufiend, forgyf mē þone sār þe ic þē gedyde.
Ac ne sorga, þæt mīne unþeawas ne bēoð on unnyt,
ūre hwelp mæġ þyncean wann and lȳtel,
ac Fenris mæġ forlǣtan his tāþ gif hē ūre hwelp tōslītan wile


The aesthete poor in currency rich of soul
Like a sunflower his gaze follows the sun,
There is no beauty to observe
But overwhelming of his optic nerve.
A morbid show must begin!
For the populace we must sin,
The ringmaster announces the show,
A keen eye for his subjects and their glow,
Noon it is, the watch's croon.
Tears flow along the festoon,
Sunshine rankle at the aesthete's eyes
A very thorough photonic baptize,
For a promise his soul commits
And his retina suffers a blitz.
A bankroll for an entrance to the museum
And the usage of a nymphaeum.

--Magnes Peregrinus