Here you are, counting on your fingers the forces that go to make up circles? All that’s just bureaucracy and sentimentality — all that’s good glue, but there’s something that’s even better: put four members of a circle up to bumping off a fifth, on the pretext that he’s going to inform, and the blood that’s been spilled will immediately bind them together in a single knot. They will become your slaves, they won’t dare to rebel or ask for an accounting.
