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Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Disgrace
Mary Renault (1905-1983), The Persian Boy, Chapter 2:
I had been taught at home that after cowardice and the Lie, the worst disgrace for a gentleman was to trade. Selling was not to be thought of; one lost face even by buying, one should live off one's own land.