“Good morning, Marconius! And why this pensive brow, this deep thought, this air of abstraction?”
“Good morning, Rocksanimus: ‘Tis well I met thee. Behold here an ancient papyrus of the date 1900. Note well, Rocksanimus, that it doth mention ‘free speech.’ Tell me, good friend, what meanest that?”
“Tut, tut, Marconius; why botherest thou thy head about such foolish research? ‘Free speech?’ ‘Tis but an idle fancy entertained by those who once did flutter themselves that all men were equal. ‘Twas but’the fancy of brains diseased. ‘Tis well that by their scheming plans our forebears did cure the minds and rid them of the idle fancies.
“Come, Marconius, let us to the Street and shake the dice to see who shalt have writ and warrant to seize and take what poor deluded mortals in the fields think theirs by right of toil and struggle.”
– W M M