We record times such as these; these times when the minds of humans are made dizzy and their imaginations are wrought up to a frenzy by the whirl of events. When the public cauldron is heated into violent ebulition, it is sure to throw up from the bottom some of its dirtiest dregs, which but for the heat and agitation, would have lain embedded in congenial filth in the lowest stratum of society. But once boiled up to the top they expand into foam and froth, and dance frantically before the gaping crowd, often concealing for a time the whole surface of the agitated mass. These are our friends.
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