Saturday, December 8, 2007

Making Slaves of Men

The man

Of virtuous soul commands not,
nor obeys.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches;

and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,

Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame,
A mechanized automaton.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Queen Mab