We’re sleeping peacefully. A moment before, my Master told me, Frimousse, that life will be darker. We’re heading back to ancient times, when the poor were striving to survive while a handful of rich had feasts – when witches and cats were burnt. Schoolboys and schoolgirls will wear grey overalls – and say grace at the canteen? The poor must be punished and the rich rewarded – their high income is supposed to “trickle down” on the rest of the population! The modest people’s hard life will bring them eternal life!
Leonard Cohen’s last song is quite in the spirit of the time.
An interesting commentary, I think:
