Book:    Mason & Dixon
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Someone brings up "Sandwiches," and someone else a Bottle, and as night comes down over New-York like a farmer's Mulch, sprouting seeds of Light, some reflected in the River, the Company, Mason working on in its midst, becomes much exercis'd upon the Topick of Representation. "No taxation- " "- without it, yesyes but Drogo, lad, can you not see, even thro' the Republican fogs which ever hang about these parts, that 'tis all a moot issue, as America has long been perfectly and entirely represented in the House of Commons, thro' the principle of Virtual Representation?" Cries of, "Aagghh!" and, "That again?" "If this be part of Britain here, then so must be Bengal! For we have ta'en both from the French. We purchas'd India many times over with the Night of the Black Hole alone,- as we have purchas'd North America with the lives of our own." "Are even village Idiots taken in any more by that empty cant?" mutters the tiny Topman McNoise, "no more virtual than virtuous, and no more virtuous than the vilest of that narrow room-ful of shoving, beef-faced Louts, to which you refer,- their honor bought and sold so many times o'er that no one bothers more to keep count.- Suggest you, Sir, even in Play, that this giggling Rout of poxy half-wits, embody us? Embody us? America but some fairy Emanation, without substance, that hath pass'd, by Miracle, into them?- Damme, I think not,- Hell were a better Destiny.

( Thomas Pynchon )
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