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| The Rose Theater |
“Being a dictator is a lonely job. Yes, you have
a group of people around who always nod and agree with you, a bit like a chorus
in a play. They amplify what you think, what you decide. But you are the master
architect,” he thought. One day, out of the blue, he suggested bringing back
the caste system. Yes, they said, good idea, because some people didn’t really
deserve the high paid jobs, coming from a low class family. He said that it
could be interesting to add the geographic element to it. Yes, they said, every
person belonging to the same caste would live in the same area; that should organize
things in order to avoid conflicts. And they would also bear some visible sign
of their caste, an emblem, he continued. Yes, they said enthusiastically, so
everyone knows who is who, and people from higher castes don’t have to go
through the unpleasant experience of talking to someone from a lower caste. He
grinned. His part was done. Being a dictator is tiring too, he needed a tea and
a nap.
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