But Who Guards The Guardians?

From The Disease Of One The Whole Flock Perishes.

No One Becomes Depraved All At Once.

I Only Feel, But Want The Power To Paint.

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.

Two Things Only The People Actually Desire: Bread And Circuses.