We discussed a great question that night. No theme before a debating club–such as the choice between Peace and War, between Society or Solitude, or any of those grand abstract antitheses that agitate nations–was ever more completely exhausted in all its details than the question–Whether we should leave England, or remain at home, and go boldly into public, with the determination to live down the persecutions of the dwarf.
I don’t recall which project I got this from, but I think it was one of the 19th century periodicals. It’s from somewhere in the middle of a (fiction) story, but out of context… well doesn’t it make you want to say “huh”?