Nothing will change—nothing—so long as each individual awaits preferment rather than embodying beneficence in himself; so long as we wait upon the edicts of a government ruled by invested and interested men looking to their private purses; so long as we idle in expectation that all shall be healed, and that we shall somehow be stopped in our career of plunder by an eighteen-hundred-year-old mummy, scarred with the wounds of troture, falling out of the sky or stumbling out of the desert, eyes filled with the tears that we should weep ourselves.— The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Vol. II (via labyrinth-without-edge)
(Source: legendofaconsultinghoneybadger)
