The only lasting tyrant is the future; the only true aristocracy, the band leader who can’t hear the requests of the dancers.
Things are equally both what-they-are, and what Men perceive them to be, and only the Revolutionist knows the difference, and whether it MAKES any difference.
In the heart of the City, the most reliable forms of “treatments” are:
A strong religious faith,
firm family support,
Just about the time I again think Man is bland and humorless, I hear something like this: “Art imitates Life.” Gads, is that a thigh-slapper or what! That IS a joke isn’t it?
A Real Revolutionist could be offended by only one person, (and you know who THAT is…)