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"No. They happen because there are no kings but pitiful kings.
They happen because the kings love their Amandas and do not care."
"But what can YOU do, Cheetah?"
"Very little. But I can give my life and all my strength. I can
give all I can give."
"But how? How can you help it--help things like that massacre?"
"I can do my utmost to find out what is wrong with my world and rule
it and set it right."
"YOU! Alone."
"Other men do as much. Every one who does so helps others to do so.
You see-- . . . In this world one may wake in the night and one may
resolve to be a king, and directly one has resolved one is a king.
Does that sound foolishness to you? Anyhow, it's fair that I should
tell you, though you count me a fool. This--this kingship--this
dream of the night--is my life. It is the very core of me. Much
more than you are. More than anything else can be. I mean to be a
king in this earth. KING. I'm not mad. . . . I see the world
staggering from misery to misery and there is little wisdom, less
rule, folly, prejudice, limitation, the good things come by chance
and the evil things recover and slay them, and it is my world and I
am responsible.
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