Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in LauraniaChurchill, Winston
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Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in Laurania
Churchill, Winston
Political fiction; Revolutions -- Fiction
These were practically the organs on which the Government relied for
support, and the President always read them first to fortify himself
against the columns of abuse with which the Radical, Popular, and
Democratic Press saluted him, his Government, and all his works. The
worst result of an habitual use of strong language is that when a
special occasion really does arise, there is no way of marking it. THE
FABIAN, THE SUNSPOT, and THE RISING TIDE had already exhausted every
epithet in their extensive vocabularies on other and less important
incidents. Now that a severe fusilade had been made upon the citizens
and an ancient privilege attacked, they were reduced to comparative
moderation as the only outlet for their feelings. They had compared
the Head of the State so often and so vividly to Nero and Iscariot,
very much to the advantage of those worthies, that it was difficult to
know how they could deal with him now. They nevertheless managed to
find a few unused expressions, and made a great point of the
Ministerial dinner as being an instance of his "brutal disregard of the
commonest instincts of humanity." THE SUNSPOT was thought by its
readers to have been particularly happy in alluding to the ministers
as, "Indulging in a foul orgie of gluttony and dipping their
blood-stained fingers in choice dishes, while the bodies of their
victims lay unburied and unavenged."
Having finished his perusal the President pushed the last paper off the
bed and frowned. He cared nothing for criticism, but he knew the power
of the Press and he knew that it reflected as well as influenced public
opinion. There could be no doubt that the balance was rising against
him.
At breakfast he was moody and silent, and Lucile tactfully refrained
from irritating him by the laboured commonplaces of matutinal
conversation. By nine o'clock he was always at work and this morning
he began earlier than usual. The Secretary was already at his table
busily writing when Molara entered. He rose and bowed, a formal bow,
which seemed an assertion of equality rather than a tribute of respect.
The President nodded and walked to his table on which such parts of
correspondence as needed his personal attention were neatly arranged.
He sat down and began to read. Occasionally he uttered an exclamation
of assent or disapproval, and his pencil was often employed to express
his decisions and opinions. From time to time Miguel collected the
papers he had thus dealt with and carried them to the inferior
secretaries in the adjoining room, whose duty it was to elaborate into
the stately pomposity of official language such phrases as "Curt
Refusal" "Certainly not" "Apply to War Office" "Gushing Reply" "I do
not agree" "See last year's Report."
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