Forebodes financial ruin to her realm.
We many-dollared Syndicates rule all.
We rule the hearts of Ministers—we rule
With a despotic sway ambitious minds;
We are omnipotent. Shall pallid stones
Contend for power with us?—shall antique fame,
Or mere word-wizardry of old renown,
Match the gold-magic that encircles us,
"Rings," "Corners," "Syndicates"? Ridiculous!
Not all the mysteries that hang upon