If you want your son or daughter to be positive. Like to enjoy life and so on and so on - focus on the positive, nature, birds, quite and fast waterfalls... If you want to be negative which will mean a killer, a slaughter focus on the negative. Kill infront of the eyes a chicken slaughter it, fast and quick... do it often, read scary horror books!
But we do need a breather. We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off. The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They__e Caesar__ praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, __emember, Caesar, thou art mortal._ Most of us can__ rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven__ time, money or that many friends. The things you__e looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
Fahrenheit 451
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But we do need a breather. We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off. The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They__e Caesar__ praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, __emember, Caesar, thou art mortal._ Most of us can__ rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven__ time, money or that many friends. The things you__e looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
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