The Man of Virtuous Soul

A reminder to myself:

The man

Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys:

Power, like a desolating pestilence,

Pollutes whate’er it touches, and obedience,

Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,

Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame,

A mechanised automaton.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley-

In direzione ostinata e contraria

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