Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The secret people

They have given us into the hands of the new unhappy lords,Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords.They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,Their doors are shut in the evenings; and they know no songs.
Portion of "The secret people" by G.K. Chesterton
(Thanks to Daniel Hannan)

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