An execrable Triumvirate--a scandalum magnatum to all public bodies: I suppose they and their adherents are now sitting in Pandemonium, excogitating their diabolical machinations against us. (LOVEYET: A pack of nonsensical stuff!) Harkee, Mr. Loveyet, I will propound a problem to you. We will suppose there are two parallel lines drawn on this floor, which, notwithstanding they may be very contiguous to each other, and advance ad infinitum, can never approximate so near as to effect a junction, in which fundamental axiom all mathematicians profess a perfect congruity and acquiescence:--now, to elucidate the hypothesis a little, we will suppose here is one line; and we will further suppose here is another line. (Draws his cane over LOVEYET'S feet, which makes him jump.) Now we will suppose that line is you, and this line is compos'd, form'd, constituted, made up of discernment, political knowledge, public spirit, and true republicanism,--but, as I predicated antecedently, that line is you-- (Striking his cane on LOVEYET'S feet.) You must not forget that.

Trueman Monologue from The Politician Out-Witted

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