“Oh, we’ve only just begun. We’re waking up to a sense of our responsibilities, out here, and we ain’t afraid, neither. You fellows back there must be a tame lot. If you had any nerve you’d get together and march down to Wall St. and blow it up. Dynamite it, I mean.”
“That would be a waste of powder. The same business would go on in another street. The street doesn’t matter.”
I just read these prophetic words; hint, it’s a classic novel many Americans read in their schoolwork but I just read for the first time.