I’ve become an extremist practitioner of moderation–not for any good reason, but because my treasonous body enforces heinous punishments in response to any breach. Once an energetic and trusted servant, my stomach has usurped my mind as sovereign and become a dictator, demanding submission at every turn. And, to my great horror, I have witnessed its superior sensibility in statecraft, because it is a better judge of value and men’s character. In time, I have come to accept that trade between us is preferable to disputation. So I, the Ego, have learned to keep the peace and merely guide its course in my new position as an able minister, winning it through loyalty and gentle words.
I wonder if this is not also the source of my new politics.