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An Old Politician and a Young Politician were travelling through a beautiful country, by the dusty highway which leads to the City of Prosperous Obscurity. Lured by the flowers and the shade and charmed by the songs of birds which invited to woodland paths and green fields, his imagination fired by glimpses of golden domes and glittering palaces in the distance on either hand, the Young Politician said:
“Let us, I beseech thee, turn aside from this comfortless
road leading, thou knowest whither, but not I. Let us turn our backs upon duty
and abandon ourselves to the delights and advantages which beckon from every
grove and call to us from every shining hill. Let us, if so thou wilt, follow
this beautiful path, which, as thou seest, hath a guide-board saying, ‘Turn in
here all ye who seek the Palace of Political Distinction.’”
“It is a beautiful path, my son,” said the Old Politician,
without either slackening his pace or turning his head, “and it leadeth among
pleasant scenes. But the search for the Palace of Political Distinction is
beset with one mighty peril.”
“What is that?” said the Young Politician.
“The peril of finding it,” the Old Politician replied,
pushing on.
Ambrose Bierce - Fantastic Fables (1899)
Ah - the City of Prosperous Obscurity. A fable for modern times, as so many fables are. I wonder if Clegg or Cameron know where it is? I suspect they do.
Ah - the City of Prosperous Obscurity. A fable for modern times, as so many fables are. I wonder if Clegg or Cameron know where it is? I suspect they do.
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