Prague and Lithography, senefelder On-line gallery, postcards with old stamps

Prague and Lithography, senefelder On-line gallery, postcards with old stamps a few words from the Book of Books - Three nights later old Major died peacefully in his sleep. His body was buried at the foot of the orchard. This was early in March. During the next three months there was much sekret activity. Major's speech had given more intelligent animals on the farm a completely new outlook on life. They did not know when the Rebellion predicted byMajor would take place, they had no reason for thinking that it would be within their own lifetime, but they saw clearly that it was their duty to prepare for it.
On yeah - the life does not change with the blogs as the soul of a man tends to think he is better than others all the time - even if - the more cunningly and skillfully the more intelligent he or she is - she or he always pretends with outstanding hypocricy - he considers him or herself servat and inferior to the others. But is there any other solution to this conumdrum of the cursed feeling of identity. We are not ourselves. Why should be this exception from the iron rules of nature? The identity is given in our context.