And intolerance among the many other vices inherent in an autocratic form of government was for good and all to be eradicated from this fair earth.
Allons, enfants de la patrie, the days of tyranny are gone!
And more words to that effect.
Then the curtain went down, society was purged of its many iniquities, the cards were re-shuffled for a new deal and when it was all over, behold our old friend Intolerance, wearing a pair of proletarian pantaloons and his hair brushed à la Robespierre, a-sitting side by side with the public prosecutor and having the time of his wicked old life.
Ten years ago he had sent people to the scaffold for claiming that authority maintaining itself solely by the grace of Heaven might sometimes be in error.
Now he hustled them to their doom for insisting that the will of the people need not always and invariably be the will of God.
A ghastly joke!
But a joke paid for (after the nature of such popular fancies) with the blood of a million innocent bystanders.
What I am about to say is unfortunately not very original. One can find the same idea couched in different if more elegant words in the works of many of the ancients.
In matters pertaining to man’s inner life there are, and apparently there always have been, and most likely there always will be two entirely different varieties of human beings.