‘Soon after I came out I asked one of the pleaders to have a smoke with me – only a cigarette, mind.’

The twelfth century was the fist medieval century to know the sorry plight of distressed gentlefolk. Western society had, by then, discovered standards of display which the man of blood had to live up to, or fall in dignity.

All the sentiment in the world won't be much of a comfort when people like Hal Brognola find out what you've been doing—and they will find out, you know that—and you wake up dead one morning.

Son, the cyber dissident, is a businessman who holds graduate degrees in business administration and medicine.