User:William M. Connolley

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The Frogs Who Desired a King, illustrated by Milo Winter in a 1919 Aesop anthology
Speak now, and I will answer; How shall I help you, say; Ere to the wind's twelve quarters I take my endless way.

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Feare of power invisible, feigned by the mind, or imagined from tales publicly allowed, RELIGION; not allowed, SUPERSTITION. And when the power imagined is truly such as we imagine, TRUE RELIGION. Leviathan, ch VI

I live in Coton. I work for CSR making little radios (/complain about my Bluetooth COI). I have a blog. In a former life I was a climate modeller at BAS; even further back I was a mathematician at SEH. My username is my real name. I'm famous.

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FROM that law of nature by which we are obliged to transfer to another such rights as, being retained, hinder the peace of mankind, there followeth a third; which is this: that men perform their covenants made; without which covenants are in vain, and but empty words; and the right of all men to all things remaining, we are still in the condition of war. And in this law of nature consisteth the fountain and original of justice. For where no covenant hath preceded, there hath no right been transferred, and every man has right to everything and consequently, no action can be unjust. But when a covenant is made, then to break it is unjust and the definition of injustice is no other than the not performance of covenant. And whatsoever is not unjust is just Leviathan, chapter XV