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Monday, June 22, 2020
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Edmund Burke (1729-1797), Reflections on the Revolution in France, in his Works, Vol. IV (London: Francis & John Rivington, 1852), p. 197:
Something they must destroy, or they seem to themselves to exist for no purpose.