An idealization that saving the world needs managing the waste

The elephant was standing eight yards from the road, his left side towards us.

Francis was walking by the superintendent, talking garrulously. The touts from the Christmas card firms used to come round with their catalogues as early as June.

And then down he came, his belly towards me, with a crash that seemed to shake the ground even where I lay. When the meal was over the cook set me to do the washing-up, and told me to throw away the food that remained.

In Coventry you might as well be in Finsbury Park, and the Bull Ring in Birmingham is not unlike Norwich Market, and between all the towns of the Midlands there stretches a villa-civilization indistinguishable from that of the South.

The Burmans were already racing past me across the mud. When I am digging trenches in my garden, if I shift two tons of earth during the afternoon, I feel that I have earned my tea.

If the elephant charged and I missed him, I should have about as much chance as a toad under a steam-roller. It is a dreadful job that they do, an almost superhuman job by the standard of an ordinary person. Forty-nine of us, forty-eight men and one woman, lay on the green waiting for the spike to open.

The, boredom in that crowded, comfortless room was now unbearable. It used to interest me to see the brutal cynicism with which Christian sentiment is exploited.

A man with an electric drill, like a rather small version of the drills used in street-mending, bores holes at intervals in the coal, inserts blasting powder, plugs it with clay, goes round the corner if there is one handy he is supposed to retire to twenty-five yards distance and touches off the charge with an electric current.

Two hours dragged by. It was a disgusting sight, that bathroom. Finally I fired my two remaining shots into the spot where I thought his heart must be. You do not notice the effect of this till you have gone a few hundred yards.

After a day and two nights of wasted time we had eight hours or so to take our recreation, to scour the roads for cigarette ends, to beg, and to look for work.

The gallows stood in a small yard, separate from the main grounds of the prison, and overgrown with tall prickly weeds. Yet even a miner who has been long away front work—from illness, for instance—when he comes back to the pit, suffers badly for the first few days.

Many of the people in Sheffield or Manchester, if they smelled the air along the Cornish cliffs, would probably declare that it had no taste in it. When you crawl out at the bottom you are perhaps four hundred yards underground.

In a way it is even humiliating to watch coal-miners working.The enraged outbursts therapists often encounter when working with people who suffer from the symptoms of borderline personality disorder may involve the projection of unwanted shame and a sense of inner defect into the therapist.

A relationship with a Narcissist has been compared to being on a roller coaster, with immense highs and immense lows.

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