<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Publicity · Pablo Stafforini</title><link>https://stafforini.com/tags/publicity/</link><description/><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://stafforini.com/tags/publicity/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>demands of morality</title><link>https://stafforini.com/quotes/crisp-demands-of-morality/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://stafforini.com/quotes/crisp-demands-of-morality/</guid><description>&lt;![CDATA[<blockquote><p>Utilitarianism is almost certainly much more demanding than Mill allows. It is tempting to think, in fact, that Mill is deliberately being disingenuous here. He was quite aware of how much further there was to go before customary morality became ideal, and that the route to that ideal would seem demanding to many. The rhetoric to encourage people on that road comes in chapter 3 of<em>Utilitarianism</em>, especially in the closing paragraphs. Here, he may be more concerned to allay doubts. Better to persuade a reader to become a feeble utilitarian than put them off entirely by stressing the demandingness of utilitarian morality.</p></blockquote>
]]></description></item><item><title>dedication</title><link>https://stafforini.com/quotes/eliot-dedication/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://stafforini.com/quotes/eliot-dedication/</guid><description>&lt;![CDATA[<div class="verse"><p>To whom I woe the leaping delight<br/>
That quickens my senses in our wakingtime<br/>
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,<br/>
The breathing in unison<br/><br/>
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other<br/>
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech<br/>
And babble the same speech without need of meaning.<br/><br/>
No peevish winter wind shall chill<br/>
No sullen tropic sun shall wither<br/>
The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only<br/><br/>
But this dedication is for others to read:<br/>
These are private words addressed to you in public.<br/></p></div>
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