human life. Egypt was no longer a nation, but an assemblage of torpid castes isolated from one another and breeding in and in. It was no longer a body animated by the same heart, fed by the same blood,
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but an automaton neatly pieced together, of which the head was the
priesthood,
the arms were the army, and the feet the working-class.
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In quiescence it was a perfect image of the living form, but a touch came from without,
and the arms broke asunder at the joints and fell upon the ground.
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Winwood Reade, The Martyrdom of Man
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