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A leaflet on the wind, refuse in the streets of any major city... Take your pick. We are everywhere.
"I've heard word, whispers in the streets, lads. I have heard word, there are those now lifting a voice. I've seen dreams, airing on a steamburst of inked paper. I have seen dreams, falling from rooftops. We are coming, world... We are thinking like rich men and exploring like mad men! We seek truth and knowledge; all of those things denied us in war. We are digging! Looking through the refuse of other men's lives and trying to find their reasons. The reasons... for all of this chaos. They tell us their war is good for progress! That it settles down our enemies. It holds the line and keeps us safe! That's what they say, isn't it? Isn't it?! Yes! We are seeing what happens. Young men are going to war while old men come back in pieces; young bodies broken more than t'would be by the plow or shovel! That is not all we must worry about, either! If it isn't death by our own... It is from others! Like the things in the marshes! They look like men but bear themselves on great beasts! They brood in their solitude and plan their dark plans. A dragon lays its mighty head on our coast and spews out darkness, foul and aweful. He grins there harrying us while we squabble among men! We have too few swords and too many enemies! This is your chance, as the mass, the mob, and the readers... This is your chance to become the writers! This revolution is coming, and it won't take place with powder burns and bone saws! It takes place on paper! We're taking back what they've taken from us. What they flaunt from us!... We are taking back the words! Write with me brothers, sisters, and daughters! Write with me mothers, fathers and uncles! Write with me... And when the time comes, our pages will light the way to true progress. Our presses will bring forth fire and tear down villainy; they will clear paths and dissolve conflicts! But we have to speak up! But for now we must start small. That's how you overcome a giant! A monster! You start with something simple and define your strategy, work out the gremlins before you take it to the next level. Brothers... Sisters... Right now we look for the tyranny in your courtyard, in your alleys, in your homes. Villains, creeps, molesters, monsters, evils, posessors... Write to me. Those that look hard enough can find me, or any of the rest of us... Find us! And we will take back the words. It isn't just our responsibility... It's yours. Your confidant, Prof. Vincent Penbrooke Back |