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Samuel Butler
Samuel Butler

Samuel Butler was an English author and philosopher, renowned for his satirical novel Erewhon and his philosophical writings. Born on December 4, 1835, he was a prominent figure during the Victorian era, influencing both literature and thought. Butler's most celebrated work, Erewhon, was published in 1872. The novel is a satirical commentary on Victorian society and explores the concept of a utopian society. He also authored several philosophical works, including The Way of All Flesh, which was controversial for its criticism of religion and morality. Butler's contributions to literature and philosophy have had a lasting impact. His satirical style and exploration of complex themes have established him as a significant figure in Victorian literature. Despite his controversial views, he remains celebrated for his intellectual contributions. more

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“The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders on them. So's they can't see.”

“But the rest are even scared to open up and laugh. You know, that's the first thing that got me about this place, that there wasn't anybody laughing. I haven't heard a real laugh since I came through that door, do you know that? Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.”

“And yet, Eomer, I say to you that she loves you more truly than me, for you she loves and knows; but in me she loves only a shadow and a thought: a hope of glory and great deeds, and lands far from the fields of Rohan. - Aragorn to Eomer, of Eowyn”

“My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on. -Gandalf to Eomer, of Eowyn”