Who deserves greatness,     

       Deserves your hate: and your affections are     

       A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that     

       Which would increase his evil. He that depends     

       Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,     

       And hews down oaks with rushes.. Hang ye!     

       Trust ye?     

       With every minute you do change a mind;     

       And call him noble that was now your hate,     

       Him vile, that was now your garland.”      

       Coriolanus.     

   

  

 CONTENTS 

  THE MUTABLE MANY  

  CHAPTER I.  

  CHAPTER II.  

  CHAPTER III.  

  CHAPTER IV.  

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