Today, the anarchist is deep in her cups. […] She is all fiery speeches and wildly utopian rhetoric. The spirit of the revolution is upon her tonight, and she rushes out to the street on some errand, spurning your advances.
The Venal Anarchist is a fiery ideologue. […] You nearly forget that this is a matter of business. There is a knock at the door, a complex thing of twelve beats. […] If only all jobs were this diverting. […] That's surely a small thing in comparison.
