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Here gather the ghosts of ‘liberty’, ‘equality’ and ‘justice’; those immortal phantoms which haunt whomsoever would betray kith, kin or society just to line their own pockets. Here is the icy breath of fate that the rich feel on the back of their bloated necks – a constant reminder that the great Levelling was not defeated, merely postponed.

“‘The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.’”
William Morris