Politics

"No one is the new Measurehead -- let's go. Before he gets up..." The lieutenant makes haste toward the door.

"My jam is a mysterious fourth thing."

"I imagined a woman, laughing at me beneath her pity. Terrible and beautiful."

"That Revolution sounds like it was perpetrated by degenerate marauders. Not all the people of Revachol."

"I imagined the pyknic face of the desert pygmee laughing at me, crooked teeth grinning."

(Go away stupid political thoughts.) "What was this Revolution?"

"Well done." The lieutenant impatiently gestures toward the door. "Let's go."

"Disco inferno!" (Press the button.)

"The end has begun -- I am the lion-headed cavalry." (Press the button.)

The lieutenant gives you a little nod -- then makes a note in his blue notebook.

"WAKE UP! THIS IS AN ORDER, I AM THE LAW."

"WAKE UP! THIS IS AN ORDER, I AM THE LAW."

"I'm very sorry. It's the best I could find."

"Let us -- true Revacholians -- symbolically share this meal. For Revachol!" (Give half the sandwich to René and eat your half.)

"René should rent out his services, invest the profit, get few more guys, expand and repeat. Wagework is a dead end."

"Quite impressive. It's men like René who made Revachol great once."

"Seems to me a leader should take care of his people before himself."

"René is but one man. We need a program -- get all the elderly back in the job market, keep folks motivated."