People in the library found it was getting noisy, and they couldn’t do their work. The grass was so trampled that it became worn out. The whole area no longer looked beautiful; instead, it looked messy and scruffy. Finally, in the late 1980s, the university made a decision: the railings (not so high, fortunately) had to go back. Now, once again, the grass and building are beautiful. This little tale is all about the use and abuse of freedom. It is one thing to be set free from prison or slavery,
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