In the end it was the worst speaker of the lot who received the most applause. People made no effort to follow him and merely roared approval at his every word…
Doctor Zhivago, p. 36
Like high school boys behind the old school gym In micturic dispute about distance and size Two men exchange puerile scurrilities A pair of puffed-up *****-mouthed posers
They know all about army guns ‘n’ stuff Each hero manque’ stuffier than the other About their ranks and tanks and thousand-yard-stares And whose AR is the bigger one
Like high school boys behind the old school gym – And why must we the people put up with them?