Rudyard Kipling,
"The City of Brass"
(1909)
“ When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated. They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created – To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow – To declare: "We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow." They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding, Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding – Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice – Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is. ”
