For Ana Cristina Galisi
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders; till at length
Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
Making not reservation of yourselves,
Still your own foes, deliver you as most
Abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.
What standard is there in a fickle rout,
Which, flowing to the mark, runs faster out?
Nor only crowds but Sanhedrims may be
Infected with this public lunacy,
And share the madness of rebellious times,
To murder monarchs for imagined crimes.
If they may give and take whene'er they please,
Not kings alone, the Godhead's images,
But government itself, at length must fall
To nature's state, where all have right to all.
Democracy means the opportunity to be everyone’s slave.
That which now calls itself democracy differs from older forms of government solely in that it drives with new horses: the streets are still the same old streets, and the wheels are likewise the same old wheels.
Democracy is the art of running the circus from the monkey cage.
I do not believe in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
The biggest argument against democracy is a five minute discussion with the average voter.
It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre... As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding; like the Roman, I seem to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood".
MP Enoch Powell 20 April 1968
Hold the line, sister!