“A nation can survive its fools, and even the
ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the
gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly.
But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly
whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of
government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in
accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their
arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of
all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in
the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body
politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.”
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician’s corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintances sneered and slanged, I wept:
For I had longed to see him hanged.
--Hilaire Belloc
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