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.
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ignorance is the enemy
without equality there is no liberty