ABSTRACT
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan, I (1892) 23 Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense
of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused. Max Beerbohm, And Even Now, ‘Servants’ (1920)
24 We hand folks over to God’s mercy, and show none ourselves George Eliot, Adam Bede, 42 (1859)
25 Only God can tell the saintly from the suburban, Counterfeit values always resemble the true.
