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It's going to be like an...aura, I guess." He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "Explain?" "Like even though there are outside forces pushing through the walls, in here it's like a bubble of goodness. Like coming home." I could feel him smiling and it encouraged me to elaborate. "When I think of how others would see it, I imagine them seeing a force of goodness overshadowing a force of evil, protecting it. ↗
#jessica-shirvington #lincoln-wood #the-violet-eden-chapters #violet-eden #imagination
Is there an intelligent man or woman now in the world who believes in the Garden of Eden story? If you find any man who believes it, strike his forehead and you will hear an echo. Something is for rent. ↗
What do you want to know, Eden? Do you want to know how upset I am that you are not going to be around anymore, that I'm going to have to disappear out of your life completely? Would you like to know how scared I am that I won't be able to protect you anymore? Maybe you want to know how terrifying it is that you are choosing to hand yourself over to the monarchy; that you are going willingly to be slaughtered and I get absolutely no say in the matter. Or maybe you wan to know how hurt I am. Is that what you want to know? ↗
Yes," he said, shrugging. "Maybe you didn't understand when I said I"d love you forever, but I meant I'd love you forever. There were no qualifiers or addendums to that vow, nothing that would void it out based on your actions." His smile lit up the night. "To make sure you're clear on this, let me repeat myself. I'll love you forever, Bryn Dawson, no matter how determined you might be to screw it up." "No conditions?" I asked. "Not even (spoiler omitted) He shook his head. "I think that's why they call it unconditional. ↗
#fallen-eden #swoon #william #love
Ik kon het echter niet laten, te scrhijven over ook nog de meisjes van 14 tot 18 jaar, die men de meest vermoeiende en meest zenuwslopende taak op de smalle schouders legde. Men noemde ze 'de nachtploeg', omdat ze het afschuwelijke nachtwerk te verrichten kregen: bij het loeien der sirenes om 6 of 7 uur in de avond, repten ze zich naar de fabrieken en stonden ze de hele nacht dóór in het helse lawaai van machines, molens of getouwen, om pas rond 6 of 7 uur in de grauwe ochtend de fabriekspoort te verlaten. Ondervoed, afgemat, door slaap overmand, kon geen nacht voorbij gaan zonder dat een van hen een ongeluk overkwam. ↗
Op het einde van het jaar 1889 stemde de regering dan de wet op de kinderarbeid. Hierdoor was het niet langer meer toegelaten, kinderen beneden de twaalf jaar in mijnen en fabrieken te aanvaarden. Ondanks deze wet bleven in haast alle fabrieken der Denderstreek de kinderen aan het werk. Men zou eerst nog, jaren later, inspecteurs moeten aanstellen om kontrool hierop te houden. ↗
Ook hij liet een grote stoommachine plaatsen en alles groeide zo overrompelend vlug, dat er echt geen tijd was zich om veiligheid of zelfs een minimum aan hygiëne te bekommeren. In de spinnerijen stonden de vrouwen, meisjes en kinderen in wolken dwarrelend pluk, bijna dagelijks raakten handen vermorzeld bij het 'indraaien' en in werkplaatsen waar men omgeven was van natte dampen, kregen de meeste vrouwen een ziekte die men waterkanker noemde.(...) De vrouwen brachten in de levensgevaarlijke werkplaatsen hun kleinste kinderen van huis mee en lieten ze rondkruipen in vuil, stof en stank. ↗
#kinderrechten #sociale-geschiedenis #werkomstandigheden #men
Why didn’t you dare it before? he asked harshly. When I hadn’t a job? When I was starving? When I was just as I am now, as a man, as an artist, the same Martin Eden? That’s the question. I’ve been asking myself for many a day. My brain is the same old brain. And what is puzzling me is why they want me now. Surely they don’t want me for myself, for myself the same olf self they did not want. They must want me for something else, for something that is outside of me, for something that is not I. Shall I tell you what that something is? It is for the recognition I have recieved. That recognition is not I. Then again for the money I have earned and am earnin. But money is not I. And is it for the recognition and money, that you now want me? ↗
#love #martin-eden #thought #love
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. ↗
