Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell, . . . . And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain?

Rather than be less Car'd not to be at all.

Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven

Given greater freedom about where to send their children, parents of a kind would flock together and so prevent a healthy intermingling of children from decidedly different backgrounds.

We are the ecological choice. These trees are biodegradable, grown as a crop. We're not going into the forest and taking down trees. They are grown specifically for this purpose, as you would grow corn to eat.

To be tragic, in a Greek sense, you have to have a choice, ... And you make the wrong choice. It's a flawed person caught in a bad situation. The protagonist realizes he's done something wrong and is willing to take the consequences. The attitude is, I'll take whatever fate has decreed.