The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.
GUSTAVE FLAUBERT
GUSTAVE FLAUBERT
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“The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.”
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