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men with checkered pasts elevated to positions of prominence.
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I have begun reading a rather heady novel.I am fortunate not to have read the book as a youth. in my immaturity, I would have been impressed by its deprecating humor and preoccupation with thaumaturgy.
reading it now, I appreciate its bucolic setting, royal characters and righteous message.
indeed, my character would have been much attenuated had I read this novel, rather than The Pilgrim's Progress and The Faerie Queene, early in life.
well-intentioned, straightforward and possessed of a racism tempered by a predisposition to fairness, Harry S. Truman reminds me of my grandfather.
William Nichol Joshua Caddingham was given two middle names, a distinction equaling any bestowed Harry Truman during his tenure at the White House.William Caddingham was a great man. his monument, like Truman's, can scarcely immortalize such a life.
a folk hero of some means and stature (though ill-gotten and among vermin and apologists, respectively), the abstemiousness of Jesse James surprised me.
as is apparent from his quarters, for more than quarters they certainly are not, he lived only on the plunder of a brief career in larceny, receiving not remuneration for the reproduction of his image nor intonation of his deeds.
perhaps because those most willing to distribute such artifacts and recount such gruesome tales are those least able to pay.
though not one to exhaust himself with hypotheses, I believe I have come upon the fundamental difference between the inhabitants of Nebraskashire and those of Misboury. under the guise of mere historic significance, each district idolizes a different man whose ideals thusly manifest in the souls and pursuits of every person and institution of the region.
in Misboury, Thomas Jefferson guides the populace ever to desire that beyond what is, expanding the known from the banks of the Mississippi River to the beaches of the Pacific Ocean and risking much in so doing.
Nebraskashire reveres another whose greatest desire was to preserve and protect what was already possessed.
as yet the only figure in the whole of Misboury for whom I have more than a superficial affection. my solitude requires me to be less judicious and overlook his obvious deficiencies.
I suppose one cannot always help if one's friends have an acute affinity for the French.
here I met Lando.
I have begun reading a rather heady novel.
well-intentioned, straightforward and possessed of a racism tempered by a predisposition to fairness, Harry S. Truman reminds me of my grandfather.
a folk hero of some means and stature (though ill-gotten and among vermin and apologists, respectively), the abstemiousness of Jesse James surprised me.
perhaps because those most willing to distribute such artifacts and recount such gruesome tales are those least able to pay.
though not one to exhaust himself with hypotheses, I believe I have come upon the fundamental difference between the inhabitants of Nebraskashire and those of Misboury. under the guise of mere historic significance, each district idolizes a different man whose ideals thusly manifest in the souls and pursuits of every person and institution of the region.
in Misboury, Thomas Jefferson guides the populace ever to desire that beyond what is, expanding the known from the banks of the Mississippi River to the beaches of the Pacific Ocean and risking much in so doing.
as yet the only figure in the whole of Misboury for whom I have more than a superficial affection. my solitude requires me to be less judicious and overlook his obvious deficiencies. 
