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You would not think the place a vale at all, unless you were told so beforehand, and had confidence in the veracity of the teller.
Look, really, what even put the thought it was a vale into your head? It's a duck. It's just a damn duck, OK? Nothing like a vale.
But the face of Oolanga, as his master called him, was unreformed, unsoftened savage, and inherent in it were all the hideous possibilities of a lost, devil-ridden child of the forest and the swamp—the lowest of all created things that could be regarded as in some form ostensibly human.
Bram Stoker's "racially charged" statements.
some sort of electricity flashed—that divine spark which begins by recognition, and ends in obedience. Men call it “Love.”
All right, Tolstoy.
Killing a few snakes in a morning was no new experience to him.
I want more on THIS story ...
He is in his way a clever fellow—for a nigger; but is none the less dangerous or the less hateful for that.
Bram should've run for president. He's the least racist person you've ever met.
Doom Tower,
No, but really.
“Let me give you a word of advice: If you have the slightest fault to find with that infernal nigger, shoot him at sight. A swelled-headed nigger, with a bee in his bonnet, is one of the worst difficulties in the world to deal with.
Sometimes Bram would find it difficult to type with the white hood occluding his vision.
I never thought this fighting an antediluvian monster would be such a complicated job.
Genuine LOL here.
The White Worm, in her own proper shape, certainly has great facilities for the business on which she is now engaged. She can look into windows of any ordinary kind.
Non-ordinary windows still give her trouble, though. Also ... who doesn't possess the ability to look into ordinary windows? Very small children?
