Women hate revolutions and revolutionists. They like men who are docile, and well-regarded at the bank, and never late at meals.
Women hate revolutions and revolutionists. They like men who are docile, and well-regarded at the bank, and never late at meals.
In every revolution there intrude, at the side of its true agents, men of a different stamp some of them survivors of and devotees to past revolutions, without insight into the present movement, but preserving popular influence by their known honesty and courage, or by the sheer force of tradition others mere brawlers, who, by dint of repeating year after year the same set of stereotyped declamations against the government of the day, have sneaked into the reputation of revolutionists of the first water They are an unavoidable evil with time they are shaken off.
I am thirty-three - the age of the good Sans-culotte Jesus an age fatal to revolutionists.
Remember, remember always, that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrations and revolutionists.
Here in America we are descended in blood and in spirit from revolutionists and rebels - men and women who dare to dissent from accepted doctrine. As their heirs, may we never confuse honest dissent with disloyal subversion.
Remember, Razumov, that women, children, and revolutionists hate irony, which is the negation of all saving instincts, of all faith, of all devotion, of all action.
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