Plutocracy.' It Has A Perfect Nuance: Chilly,

The Blood In My Veins Is Frozen But It Sings Of Love.

Rome Is A Place Almost Worn Out By Being Looked At, A City Collapsing Under The Weight Of Reference.

Plutocracy.' It Has A Perfect Nuance: Chilly, Inaccessible, Icy-rich.

I Have To Get Out Once A Week And Speak With People Or I Start Thinking I'm The Emperor Of Abyssinia.

It Is, Of Course, The First Recourse Of Every Elitist To See Social Barbarism In Others.