the stony silence is an offshoot of the violence brewed in the madman’s dream none shall speak ever again he will be king drunk on brandy and power and only he will speak they must listen in perpetuity he is a latter-day monarch in a monocle and severe coat tails and top hat everyone is a servant servile and compliant his will is to be done at all times and in all places always he wakes up to a continental breakfast and an academic on radio talking in RP like an Oxford-educated pundit of anthropology who has theories for everything including the shape of his own nose lo and behold! The days of change are here men shall whimper and die women shall rise up and rule from the bedroom to the boardroom it’s a woman’s world, ultimately and the tin *** king shall tuck his tail away and kiss the hand of she who rules