To come all that way, coup in hand, with two thousand people marching at my heels, and then to trail feebly away, having done nothing – no, that was impossible. The Magas would laugh at me. And my whole life, every trump wannabe’s life, was one long struggle not to be laughed at.
To come all that way, coup in hand, with two thousand people marching at my heels, and then to trail feebly away, having done nothing – no, that was impossible. The Magas would laugh at me. And my whole life, every trump wannabe’s life, was one long struggle not to be laughed at.