"The oppressed are allowed once every few years to decide which particular representatives of the oppressing class are able to represent and repress them. Wonder what he would've thought of the electoral college? We don't even vote for them.
I knew it like I knew the bitter, icy taste of potion. But though the feeling was hollow and shadowy like smoke, I could not wave it away. When I tried, it would only curl and dance and settle back about my soul like a shroud.