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 Only, before I eat and drink, When I have killed them all, I think That I will batter their carven names, And slit the pictures in their frames, And burn for scent their cedar door, And melt the gold their women wore, And hack their horses at the knees, And hew to death their timber trees, And plough their gardens deep and through— And all these things I mean to do For fear perhaps my little son Should break his hands, as I have done.

(See pages 106, 491, 752)

I feel the force of mechanism and the fury of avaricious commerce to be at present so irresistible, that I have seceded from the study not only of architecture, but nearly of all art; and have given myself, as I would in a besieged city, to seek the best modes of getting bread and water for its multitudes.

(Japanese scholar of the Eighteenth Century)

I have a suit of new clothes in this happy new year; Hot rice cake soup is excellent to my taste; But when I think of the hungry people in this city, I am ashamed of my fortune in the presence of God.