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Unformatted text preview: processions of the penitent and the ill come for miles through the hills and down to worship at the shrine. And the thriving town full of shops and trades- men, selling images . . . images . . ." "Images of what?" asked I. "What is it to me? I would be born again, and never waste my flesh this next time as I did in those years. I am not the slave of history but rather the slave of ambition. Do you understand the difference, Ju- lien?" "Enlighten me," I said. "There are few times when you make me genuinely curious." "You are too frank, Julien," it said. "What I mean to say is this. There is no past. Absolutely none. There is only the future. And the LASHER more we learn the more we know-reverence for the past is simply superstition. You do what you must do to make the clan strong. So do 1.1 dream of the witch who will see me and make me flesh. You dream of wealth and power for your children." "I do," said I. "There is nothing else. And yo...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10