[For a while Marcello said nothing. He stopped and waited to see if Serph would share his opinion of him. He had lost count of the times his brother had shared his thoughts. Still, no judgement came - though he was being awaited on to give information that might lead to one.
He seated himself more portentously. He tried to count himself down. It made a change to have company that he could talk to - but not have to care for.]
The law is unjust. [A deliberate present tense, and he finished his point.] Our rulers scorn excellence in men from low birth, and throw children onto the street just for being the kind of people they are. Our faith sedates us with promises us wealth in the next world, whilst ministers feather their nests and fear nothing in our own.
[His tone was quite disappointed.] ... And our whole society prostates itself at the feet of such incompetence and nobody inside it sees he has nothing to lose but his chains.
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He seated himself more portentously. He tried to count himself down. It made a change to have company that he could talk to - but not have to care for.]
The law is unjust. [A deliberate present tense, and he finished his point.] Our rulers scorn excellence in men from low birth, and throw children onto the street just for being the kind of people they are. Our faith sedates us with promises us wealth in the next world, whilst ministers feather their nests and fear nothing in our own.
[His tone was quite disappointed.] ... And our whole society prostates itself at the feet of such incompetence and nobody inside it sees he has nothing to lose but his chains.