The chief was a thuggish man: nervous, Cutter saw, because he knew he was a mediocrity become by kink of… — China Miéville

“We’re all racing,” he said.

“Yeah, but some of us in the wrong direction.”

When the rich grow afraid, they get nasty. We say: A government for need not greed!

“History...” Jacobs spoke with terse authority. Brought Ori to a hush. “Is all full. And dripping. With the corpses. Of them who trusted the incorruptible.”