I think I met Anonymous in my youth. A fetching fellow, full of fire. He could tell stories for hours as his eyes twinkled impishly. I thought at the time, they were too outlandish to be true but as I aged I learned many of his stories were true. How was I to know? I doubt seriously he is still alive, unless one of his descendants has taken his mantle and continues to delight us with more outlandish stories.
ignorance is the enemy
without equality there is no liberty