The old man feeling his oats, as he leaned with his back against the bar, said to us with a noticeable degree of pride, Lads, I'm proud of every one of you. Men who will fight to protect my interests has my purse at their command.

The slim young man told Poulsen that his name was Fred Toyosaburo Korematsu.

As one front line worker expressed it in a focus group, good managers have a way about them that makes them credible to others. ...

In order to grant the rich these pleasures, the social contract is reconfigured. […] The public realm is privatised, the regulations restraining the ultra–wealthy and the companies they control are abandoned, and Edwardian levels of inequality are almost fetishised.