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Tuesday, April 24, 2007 at 7:02 AM
My mom just told me a story bout a farmer who had a field. He could plant anything he wanted to plant on/in ? the field. He planted corn and poison in that plot of land.He soon had a field full of corns and that poison plant.The human mind is much more complex but in a way its like the farmer and his seeds. We reap what we sow.
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“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.” Your disclaimer, description, or bio goes here.
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