Conclusion
You will give praise to all things, praise without end;
idly in the morning, bluntly at noon, cunningly with the evening cigar, you will meditate further praise;
so will the days pass, each profitable and serene; so will your sleep be undisturbed; so you will live;
no faith will be difficult, rising from doubt; no love will be false, born of dread;
In the flaring parks, in the speakeasies, in the hushed academies, your murmur will applaud the wisdom of a thousand quacks. For theirs is the kingdom.
By your sedate nod in the quiet office you will grieve with the magnate as he speaks of sacrifice. For his is the power.