It is this outer reach of existential abnegation _ the moment where subjective identity deserts itself and becomes enslaved without consciousness of its subjugated condition _ that Mirbeau consistently sought to decry with horror.
He was as bold as a lion about it, and 'mightily convinced' not only himself, but everybody that heard him;__ut then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word,__r at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle, with "Ran away from the subscriber" under it. The magic of the real presence of distress,__he imploring human eye, the frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony,__hese he had never tried. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenseless child,__ike that one which was now wearing his lost boy's little well-known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel,__s he was a man, and a downright noble-hearted one, too,__e was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism.
Uncle Tom's Cabin
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He was as bold as a lion about it, and 'mightily convinced' not only himself, but everybody that heard him;__ut then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word,__r at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle, with "Ran away from the subscriber" under it. The magic of the real presence of distress,__he imploring human eye, the frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony,__hese he had never tried. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenseless child,__ike that one which was now wearing his lost boy's little well-known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel,__s he was a man, and a downright noble-hearted one, too,__e was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism.
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