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It is a dangerous thing to order the lives of others and I have often wondered at the
self-confidence of politicians, reformers and suchlike who are prepared to force , upon
their fellows measures that must alter their manners, habits, and points of view. I have
always hesitated to give advice, for how can one advise another how to act unless one
knows that other as well as one knows oneself? Heaven knows, I know little enough of
myself: I know nothing of others. We can only guess at the thoughts and emotions of our
neighbours. Each one of us is a prisoner in a solitary tower and he communicates with the
other prisoners, who form mankind, by conventional signs that have not quite the same
meaning for them as for himself. And life, unfortunately, is something that you can lead
but once; mistakes are often irreparable, and who am I that I should tell this one and that
how he should lead it? Life is a difficult business and I have found it hard enough to make
my own a complete and rounded thing; I have not been tempted to teach my neighbour
what he should do with his. But there are men who flounder at the journey's start, the way
before them is confused and hazardous, and on occasion, however unwillingly, I have been
forced to point the finger of fate. Sometimes men have said to me, what shall I do with my
life? and I have seen myself for a moment wrapped in the dark cloak of Destiny.
!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition
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