There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
They have stolen the public lands. They have grasped all to themselves, and by their unprincipled greed brought a crisis of unparalleled distress on forty millions of people, who have natural resources to feed, clothe and shelter the whole human race.
Actually, I began to think that maybe there is a god, after all. Or maybe it's a different one. The old one got fired.

