Newman, Pascal, Loisy and the Catholic Church

Newman, Pascal, Loisy and the Catholic Church

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by W.J Williams
     
 
Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally

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Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy.

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ISBN-13:
2940021608480
Publisher:
London : F. Griffiths
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
466 KB

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really, really like this. Please continue! But my only confusion is on how they erased genders. Ya know, males and femals have very distinct dfferences. I think you get the point.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loooove it &hearts
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best prolouge ever.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What the faa seriously you have a pencil for writing
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting, but not easily followed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is amazing. Seriously. You are my rolemodel. <p>Maybe you could check out my book at 'Stricken'? I just wrote it. My ffirst. Thank you
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great! Read my poem at 'suon' result 1!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've heard that, once upon a time, there were many human categories. We're all human. Why categorize us? But the textbooks tell us there were black and white, male and female, pure and unclean. But we've eradicated them all. <p> Our solutions, though, don't seem permanent. But what I don't understand is - What difference does skin color make? When you turn the lights off, can you tell the skin color the person across from you has. All people are created equal, God says. And now we're trying to make that true. <p> The colorful pages remind us that genders once existed. That you were either a boy or girl. You'd have to pick pink or blue. Or you were 'weird'. But now, we're all magenta. No decision necessary. <p> But when you're alone all the time like me, you tend to think. What else can you do? In the future, that generation's children will look in their own textbooks, at our whimsical civilization, and see the bright side of life. But I've learned that nothing is completely trustworthy. You can cut out a choice paragraph, replace a couple words. And nobody will know that we weren't - aren't perfect. Yeah, I sit in my abandoned hovel and I think. About life. How unfair it is. While a normal kid thinks about what shade of blue shoes they're going to wear in the morning, I think about how I'm going to afford my lunch. They ponder on if their crush will notice them if they wear some potent perfume. I imagine whether or not people will notice my grubby apparel. <p> I have no parents to help out. Ava and Fred Abberline di<_>ed in a fire in 2442. No siblings, no insurance, no benefits. This is what is described as nothing. After school, I rush out to the Belarus agora to find an odd job, or pilfer a few Notes. When I get sufficient food funds, I go home and hunker over my piles upon piles of homework as I munch on an extra crumb or two. I honestly don't know how long I'll last. Surely no life at all is better than this miserable existence. <p> And when I tuck myself under the smelly sheet I call a blanket, and roll over on the unassembled rocking chair I call a bed, I wonder how long I can go on like this. The endless 'Hows' and 'Whys' careen through my mind. Like an eccentric lullaby. <p> Why did my parents die? Why do I have to suffer? How have the Council not found me yet? Why won't anyone help me? How will I afford the Operation? <p> Lin &#9788