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Your god, sir, is the World. In my eyes, you, too, if not an infidel, are an idolater. I conceive that you ignorantly worship: in all things you appear to me too superstitious. Sir, your god, your great Bel, your fish-tailed Dagon, rises before me as a demon. You, and such as you, have raised him to a throne, put on him a crown, given him a sceptre. Behold how hideously he governs! See him busied at the work he likes best - making marriages. He binds the young to the old, the strong to the imbecile. He stretches out the arm of Mezentius and fetters the dead to the living. In his realm there is hatred - secret hatred: there is disgust - unspoken disgust: there is treachery - family treachery: there is vice - deep, deadly, domestic vice. In his dominions, children grow unloving between parents who have never loved: infants are nursed on deception from their very birth: they are reared in an atmosphere corrupt with lies ... All that surrounds him hastens to decay: all declines and degenerates under his sceptre. Your god is a masked Death. ? Charlotte Bronte, Shirley

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Your

god



sir



is

the

World



In

my

eyes



you



too



if

not

an

infidel



are

an

idolater



I

conceive

that

you

ignorantly

worship:

in

all

things

you

appear

to

me

too

superstitious



Sir



your

god



your

great

Bel



your

fish

tailed

Dagon



rises

before

me

as

a

demon



You



and

such

as

you



have

raised

him

to

a

throne



put

on

him

a

crown



given

him

a

sceptre



Behold

how

hideously

he

governs



See

him

busied

at

the

work

he

likes

best





making

marriages



He

binds

the

young

to

the

old



the

strong

to

the

imbecile



He

stretches

out

the

arm

of

Mezentius

and

fetters

the

dead

to

the

living



In

his

realm

there

is

hatred





secret

hatred:

there

is

disgust





unspoken

disgust:

there

is

treachery





family

treachery:

there

is

vice





deep



deadly



domestic

vice



In

his

dominions



children

grow

unloving

between

parents

who

have

never

loved:

infants

are

nursed

on

deception

from

their

very

birth:

they

are

reared

in

an

atmosphere

corrupt

with

lies









All

that

surrounds

him

hastens

to

decay:

all

declines

and

degenerates

under

his

sceptre



Your

god

is

a

masked

Death







Charlotte

Bronte



Shirley



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