If they would rather die, . . . they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
Interpretation
This quote reflects a harsh view on the consequences of overpopulation and societal neglect.
In this quote, Charles Dickens expresses a dark perspective on the plight of the poor and the issue of overpopulation, suggesting that those who cannot survive in society might as well perish, thereby reducing the burden on the living. It showcases a brutal commentary on social responsibility and the moral implications of indifference toward the suffering of others.
In practice
During a debate on social welfare programs, one could use this quote to highlight the consequences of neglecting the poor.
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.
A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away-the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us-is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
There are not a few among the disciples of charity who require, in their vocation, scarcely less excitement than the votaries of pleasure in theirs.
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.
Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.
Time is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is possible, without it nothing. The supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it.
No one can argue any longer about the rights of women. It's like arguing about earthquakes.
There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.
My own opinion is enough for me. And I claim the right to defend it against any consensus, any majority anywhere, any place, any time. And anyone who disagrees with this can pick a number, get in line and kiss my ass.
Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.
The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.
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