Christmas Day

Dec 8, 2012 by

Christmas Day by Charles Kingsley was originally published in 1886!

“What ’tis to be a man : to curb and spurn The tyrant in us : that ignobler self Which boasts, not loathes, its likeness to the brute, And owns no good save ease, no ill save pain, No purpose, save its share in that wild war In which, through countless ages, living things Compete in internecine greed. — Ah God ! Are we as creeping things which have no Lord ? That we are brutes, great God, we know too well : Apes daintier-featured ; silly birds, who flaunt Their plumes, unheeding of the fowler’s step ; Spiders, who catch with paper, not with webs ; Tigers who slay with cannon and sharp steel. Instead of teeth and claws ; — all these we are. Are we no more than these, save in degree ? No more than these ; and born but to compete, — To envy and devour, like beast or herb ; Mere fools of nature, puppets of strong lusts. ”


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