Ugly sisters

house to store, or wherever, he or she must worry about being attacked, especially in the inner cities of our society, just as a female has good reason to fear attack and rape. There are optimists and pessimists about what it is that brings about our ugly human traits. Optimists believe human violence depends on the social system under which people live, which has the potential for being changed for the better, even if with great difficulty. Some social arrangements are said to promote violence, whereas

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Corneille was drawn to plots and situations which lent themselves to the exploration of the connection between the rights and duties of subject and ruler, and the relationship of individuals to practical politics. Horace’s duty leads him to kill his sister because she prefers love to Rome, and Cinna’s dilemma is eased by Auguste’s clemency. At first, Corneille’s rulers defend reasons of state and are admirable when they are just, like César in La Mort de Pompée (1643/4), but repulsive, like Cléopâtre

kitchen. I rush down to find Dave and Sharon pushing each other. There is a skillet on the floor with lumps of batter, black on one side and raw on the other, splattered. "Hey! What's going on?" I shout. "It's all her fault!" yells Dave pointing at his sister. "You were burning them!" Sharon says. "I was not!" Smoke is fuming off the stove where something spilled. I step over to shut it off. Sharon appeals to me. "I was just trying to help. But he wouldn't let me." Then she turns to Dave. "Even I know