The title is an exaggeration. Let me say that right at the outset. It is true that fever pitch (excuse the truly dreadful pun, but it was too much to resist) has been reached, with all the candidates for the SAC elections campaigning with everyone in sight. It is true that at any time, day or night, you might be pounced on and your vote canvassed in the name of dorm loyalty/section loyalty/forget-loyalty-and-read-my-manifesto-because-I-am-the best. But nobody has yet sworn to storm the Bastille.
Having established that - and a reputation for frivolity along with it - let me move on to other things. Important things. Things that are going to shape human thought in ways beyond our wildest imaginings.
Or, in other words, I simply put in the title and started typing without the faintest idea what I was going to say.
It's rather odd; in the end there isn't that much of a difference between the Bourbon lily and Napoleon's bee. You rather get the feeling that if you took one of them and let the ink run a bit, you'd end up with the other. There should be Orwellian philosophy somewhere in that. Or at the very least a hint that Lear should have kept his head and not put so much faith in the filial devotion of Goneril and Regan.
The question of whether they really were to blame is not something I shall torture myself by attempting to answer. There was fault on both sides; serpent's teeth grow in serpents and serpents come from serpent eggs.
All I need to do now is find an excuse to mention Caligula and equine parliamentarians. There is the excuse, there the mention; now I may put myself out of my misery. What can the rest be but silence?
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Ouch! Sorry for the canvassing... :)
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