“The skilled are sent into exile, the land is ruled by a few fools. Mob sovereignty is beginning. The man in the street has come to power and is making use of it in his own fashion. He wears the finest linen robes and anoints his bald pate with myrrh, he has a fine house and haylofts. At one time he used to run his own errands, now he sends other people. Princes flatter him and the high officials of the old regime pay court, in their necessity, to the new upstart.”
