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		<title>Our revels now are ended&#8230;&#8211;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[September 2008, a test post&#8230;
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the [...]]]></description>
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<p>You do look, my son, in a moved sort,<br />
As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.<br />
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,<br />
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and<br />
Are melted into air, into thin air;<br />
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,<br />
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,<br />
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,<br />
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,<br />
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,<br />
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff<br />
As dreams are made on; and our little life<br />
Is rounded with a sleep&#8230;.</p>
<p><em>William Shakespeare: The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I</em></p>
<blockquote><p>Should government refrain from regulation, the worthlessness of the [Fiat] money becomes apparent and the fraud can no longer be concealed.
<p><em>John Maynard Keynes, &#8220;The Economic Consequences of the Peace, 1920.&#8221;</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>
It is well that the people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning.
<p><em>Henry Ford</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>A society of sheep must in time beget a government of wolves.</p>
<p><em>Bertrand de Jouvenal</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>Swords are to votes as gold is to money: without the metal behind it the paper is worthless.</p>
<p><em>Glaucon</em></p>
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