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| I love this shot of Jefferson with his head on the windowsill staring off into space. Nobody kicks back like Dillane | |
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| "You're deluded. If you persist in your treason, you shall hang." Toodles, King George III | "God DAMN the King!" |
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| "We must all hang together, or we will most assuredly hang separately." | |
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| "I will gladly lend my hand to sink the entire island of Great Britain into the ocean." | "I have no gift for oratory." |
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| "You lay the evils of slavery at the foot of King George, but say nothing about the practice itself." Thomas? No pithy rejoinder? | |
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| "Slavery
is an abomination and should loudly be proclaimed as such, but I own
that I nor any other man has an immediate solution to the problem." Hmm. Bullshit. | "I
understand men like Mr. Dickinson and his friends all too well,
John. Send a woman to the congress, she may knock some sense into
them." "This isn't a question of women or men, Abigail. It's politics." "Politics. Politics! And do women not LIVE politics, John Adams? When I go to the cupboard and I find no coffee, no sugar, no pins, no meat, am I not living politics? This war touches people that your congress holds in the same contempt that King George reserves for the people of Boston. I mean women, and yes slaves too, for that matter. Though I'm sure you wish I would not mention that subject, as it might upset your southern friends." "You're harsh, madam." "I'm cold. And I'm frightened. I'm afraid this war will never end...or begin." "I'm frightened too, Abigail. That however much I talk and talk, I will never carry the Congress." "Well, then, it seems I must come down to Boston and box the ears of Mr. Dickinson and his cronies." |
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