Until they become conscious, they will never rebel.
On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.
Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.
This is war! Isn't it bloody?
There is always one escape: INTO WICKEDNESS.
In Paris, if you had no money and could not find a public bench, you would sit on the pavement. Heaven knows what sitting on the pavement would lead to in London-prison probably.