The Accursed Power Which Stands On Privilege(

It Seems To Be Saying Perpetually; 'i Am The End Of The Nineteenth Century; I Am Glad They Built Me Of Iron; Let Me Rust.' ... It Is Like A Passing Fool In A Crowd Of The University, A Buffoon In The Hall; For All The Things In Paris Has Made, It Alone Has Neither Wits Nor Soul.

The Rich Arrived In Pairs And Also In Rolls Royces; They Talked Of Their Affairs In Loud And Strident Voices... The Poor Arrived In Fords, Whose Features They Resembled; They Laughed To See So Many Lords And Ladies All Assembled. The People In Between Looked Underdone And Harassed, And Our Of Place And Mean, And Horribly Embarrassed.

All Men Have An Instinct For Conflict: At Least, All Healthy Men.

... But As A Godless Greed Pursued Its Career From Excess To Excess, It Provoked A Sort Of Twin Hostile Brother, Equally Godless, Born In The Same Atmosphere Of Utter Disregard For The Foundational Virtues Of Humility And Charity. This Hostile Twin Brother Of Capitalism Was Destined To Be Called Communism, And Is Today Setting Out To Murder Its Elder.

Is There No Latin Word For Tea? Upon My Soul, If I Had Known That I Would Have Let The Vulgar Stuff Alone.