I’m surprised the Brits didn’t strike sooner. Or burn down the Palace of Westminster. Or squeak when they’re trampled on.
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“Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.” — Charles Dickens
I’m surprised the Brits didn’t strike sooner. Or burn down the Palace of Westminster. Or squeak when they’re trampled on.
