The entertainment of dining at Rosings was repeated about twice a week; and, allowing for the loss of Sir William, and there being only one card-table in the evening, every such entertainment was the counterpart of the first. Their other engagements were few, as the style of living of the neighbourhood in general was beyond the Collinses’ reach. This, however, was no evil to Elizabeth, and upon the whole she spent her time comfortably enough: there were half hours of pleasant conversation with Charlotte, and the weather was so fine for the time of year, that she had often great enjoyment out of doors.
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking.
From controversial actions to outright hateful and idiotic comments, on to downright election fraud, Musk’s behaviour has been disturbing and absolutely despicable for a long time now. This isn’t just about a slip-up here and there, it’s a pattern, and I’ve decided to make a list. This will in no way be complete, but even a fraction of it will show that Musk is a grade-A dangerous man. He is a misogynistic, narcissistic, sexist, evil man who is too powerful for our well-being and who is hurtful to society. When you or I get irritated, we might hurt someone’s feelings. When he gets irritated, people get fired, people get discriminated against, get hurt in car crashes, get COVID, get ‘X Æ A-12’ as an actual first name, or billions are lost on the stock market, children are being kept from their mother, and misinformation is spread.
Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years.
Every time I ascended to the deck from my watches below, I instantly gazed aft to mark if any strange face were visible; for my first vague disquietud
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