(Chew on this in somebody’s spare time:) That guy that just left, the one who was very tall, standing by the punch bowl, I heard him say that he’d waited so long by the gates-of-anticipation that he no longer knew what to expect.
In matters apparently literatim, try this on: The proper, revolutionist use of the “Preface” would be to promise that which you perceived should be promised, and then go on to write whatever you please.
Attempting to analyze three dimensional affairs with the sight of but two eyes, is not much of an improvement over what you’ve got now.
For his own personal purposes, a real revolutionist could probably find himself to be a viable alternative to most anything.
A man that don’t
look in the mirror,
ain’t got nothing