I don’t think that radical change can come from political means any longer. I think it can only come from the confines of the skull — by imaginative means, whatever the route may be.
“‘Dost that hear my horse’s feet, as he canters away?
Property! Property! Property! that’s what they seem to say!’
Do you hear my Rolls Royce purr, as it glides away?
—I lick the cream off property! that’s what it seems to say!”
D. H. Lawrence | “Lord Tennyson and Lord Melchett”