“It is strange how little credit we give to the courage of quiet people,” she said. “We sympathise most with those who find someone to champion their woes. We take all this for granted.” She pointed to the farms. “We never think that this could be a wilderness. We look at it and think how pleasant to live here, and yet to live here would mean back-breaking work and a continual struggle, if we wanted it to stay this way.”
“There’s nothing like self-pity for thoroughly dissipating a man. And when a nation indulges in that luxury it finds itself with a dictator. Wrongs and injustices come in at the door and reason flies out the window. It’s a solution which does not flatter the human race.” He paused.
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