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Where there is no justice, there is no freedom, and where there is no freedom, there is no justice. And should freedom and justice be for all eternity nothing more than the fleeting glimmerings of a breaking dawn, then I would rather die with that dawn than allow the rays of a sky of blind despotism to burn my skull.
–Johann Gottfried Seume, Apokryphen (1811) in: Werke, vol. 2, p. 30 (Jörg Drews ed. 1993) (S.H. transl.)
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“Matt was happy enough to sustain himself on the detritus of a world he saw as careening toward self-destruction, and equally happy to scam a government he despised. 'I’m glad everyone’s so wasteful,' he told me. 'It supports my lifestyle.'”