I have long feared that my sins would return to visit me. And the cost is more than I can bear.
No language is as depending on arbitrary use and custom can ever be permanently the same, but will always be in a mutable and fluctuating state; and what is deem'd polite and elegant in one age, may be accounted uncouth and barbarous in another.
Why should I trade one tyrant three thousand miles away for three thousand tyrants one mile away?