Wars come and go; politics endure.

“The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is mast…”

“We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligere…”

“Hear, hear.' Sister Martha hoisted her water glass. 'Let the rigid stick of sel…”

“Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phè…”