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Description

This is an excerpt from and unfinished book being written by my best friend Willaim and I. The story takes place on a train from London England to Plymouth in 1860.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire) British (General)

Transcript

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it seems that among men, there is the lasting notion that for every plague the devil brings, the Lord has prepared for us a remedy. What's more, they assume that the unwholesome filth that characterises the work of the devil must also be countermanded by the shimmering divinity of any act of God. Thus, they presume that every cure is derived from some mysterious pocket of nature, some New Eden that still nurtures in her womb the tree of life. Indeed, some medicine seemed to be just that. The bark of the American Aspen tree, for example, of the pedal of lavender. Our task, it seems, is simply to coax from nature the seeds of health which God has planted. I, for one, am a sceptic. Too often am I met with some poor mother's plea? Will he be all right To which I can only reply? I have done all that I can. It's in God's hands now. There are too many maladies with no remedy toxins with no antitoxin, no cure claims, perfect potency. Never once have I administered a treatment with total confidence that it would work. I am reminded of the words of Milton. I cannot praise a fugitive in cloistered virtue, unexercised and un breathed, that never Sallies out and sees her adversary but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. I wonder sometimes if the devil did not rebel against the Lord, I wonder rather if Lucifer wasn't sent to plug us from our cloisters.