…the mob was pressed tight against the door so that those in front were being crushed by all the others who were pressing and from the square a big drunkard in a black smock with a red-and-black handkerchief around his neck, ran and threw himself against the press of the mob and fell forward onto the pressing men and then stood up and backed away and then ran forward again and threw himself against the backs of those men who were pushing, shouting, ’Long live me and long live Anarchy.’
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It’s not the government I want, but it’s better than anarchy.
I don’t like enforcing that law, but I prefer it to anarchy.