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Thank you Nolte! That essay could have turned out worse in the end, though the *other* one I also had for today I failed at completely; I got to around 1,200 words of utter rubbish and then had to cut it off abruptly as I ran out of time (and think I'd run out of things to say, too, really).
On the plus side, I may have failed in the essay for it, but Wollstonecraft's utter disdain towards Burke is a thing of beauty:
I perceive, from the whole tenor of your Reflections, that you have a mor-tal antipathy to reason; but, if there is any thing like argument, or first principles, in your wild declamation, behold the result:–that we are to reverence the rust of antiquity, and term the unnatural customs, which ignorance and mistaken self-interest have consolidated, the sage fruit of experience: nay, that, if we do discover some errors, our feelings should lead us to excuse, with blind love, or unprincipled filial affection, the venerable vestiges of ancient days. These are gothic notions of beauty–the ivy is beautiful, but, when it insidiously destroys the trunk from which it receives support, who would not grub it up? |
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