You English," said Stronghold." You Americans," said RUD." When you aren't as fresh as paint," he said, "you Americans are as stale as old cabbage leaves. I'm amazed at your Labor leaders, at the sort of things you can still take seriously as Presidential Candidates. These leonine reverberations tossing their manes back in order to keep their eyes on the White House -- they belong to the Pleistocene. We dropped that sort of head in England after John Bright. When the Revolution is over, and I retire, I shall retire as Hitler did, to some remote hunting-lodge, and we'll have the heads of Great Labor Leaders and Presidential Hopes stuck all round the Hall. Hippopotamus won't be in it.

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