The Whole Duty Of Man Book の小説・ストーリー

'Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood. Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear. When the Sun and the Storm refused to yield. Each celebrating power that they wield. Their stubbornness and strength are revealed. And they combine to grow the crops in every field

“When have I ever listened to your fucking commands? When have I ever listened to anything you say? Give it up already.” But it was like the old man wasn't even hearing a word I said. “You will end everything you have in London and you’ll return fully and resume your duties.” “Damn those duties to hell!” I roared, pushing his bookshelf to the floor. It landed with a loud thud, books falling. “What have those duties ever done for me?” He remained unfazed, his chin placed on his joined hands. “They have sponsored your expensive lifestyle. Bought those fancy cars you ride, the suits, paid for the whores you fuck. Those are what those duties do for you.”

He did not want the complication that having another heir would cause. However, he understood the reasons that Alyra had come to see him, and the meaning behind her words, for he shared the sentiments. “Duty is a funny thing,” he told her. “We can look at it and say that we do not want it, however we will fight and claw to hold it, because we recognise that someone needs to fulfil it. Not everyone will lift the burden in the first place, and those that do, can never fully set it down. We can, however, help each other to hold it,” he offered. “Until someone comes along who wishes to hold it alone.”

Equality between man and women. His father always taught him one thing. 'Mouse remember when we live in socity be have some responsibility towards those who abuse by others, even the person is omega and Alpha, even the person is man or women. Abuse is abuse, and it's our duty to help those who need our help . And punish those who is taking advantage of their tittle and position' Ash wipe his tears when he remembered everything what his father taught him. Ash, Allen, and Man made plans to flew there next weekend after their performance. He could miss any more days of school if he did he wouldn't be able to graduate. Ash took a deep as a nurse wheeled his father's body to the morgue for proces

I said wondering when daddy became this boring or Annie might have rubbed off on him. Annie hardly read these kinds of books. “Oh, darling, I've been too focused on human psychology these days and guess what I figured?” He asked genuinely excited, but kept his eyes glued to the words written on the pages of the book. “What?” “I figured books are the only things that have true meaning and hold both truth and lies, life and death… happiness and misery -” he glanced up from his book and at me, before turning back to them. “- A man who reads can rule by learning the art of manipulation,” he said, his smile wicked and wanton.

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

Being a man is knowing the real man who has an achievement and learn from Him. Being a Christian has taught me a few principles to real man-ship. Christ loved us that's the first principle to real manship. He lived a principled life that was supposedly supported by one goal to get the human Spirit. Love is what won the battle over all the evil in the world. What you love nommater what you will not give up on it. Look at this and if it is not really working it is a sign you have lost focus. I have seen men who have gotten car engines finally fixed, not because they found it easy to have the breaking point , but they fought until they had the car engine fixed.

Why does he have to listen to what the man wants? "You will understand once you are in a position like mine," the man said, not explaining further. "So if he asks you to kill yourself, you will do it without hesitation just because he is the Boss? You are a human, not some puppet that has to listen to him," The man said. The man looked at the woman on the bed; he was thinking deeply. He also felt that what the other man said really made sense. He is a human; why should he listen to him?

Ayman leaned closer, his voice quieter, firm enough that it reached only the man beside him. “You are a man meant for the sword, for battle, for honour. If every thought of yours bends to a woman’s smile, what strength remains for duty? Can you carry the weight of your responsibilities while chasing the light of her eyes? No man can serve two masters—the field and the heart—without one breaking him.” Abhiman’s throat worked as though he wished to answer, but Ayman did not let him slip away. “Better for you,” he continued, “to step back. If not for her dignity, then for your own. Leave her be. Guard your honour, and hers. That is the way of men.”

Best to keep silent, indeed, we walked side by side in silence for a while. Then he asked, “Eloise, have you ever heard a story?” “Hmm? What story?” “I came across it as a child. I don’t remember the book, but I remember the story vividly. It says that when God was creating man, He had to leave halfway. The devil came, saw the unfinished man, and smeared filth on him. When God returned, the man was so dirty He couldn’t clean him. God turned him over, clean inside out, hiding the filth. It explains why the human heart is corrupt, and why humans excrete materially.”