A Cynic's Revolution
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A man who took good care to believe in nothing found himself believing. Not in a dogma, an idea, an art or a science but in a man. An idealist planning a revolution. The cynic follows, not because he believes in the ideas of his Apollo, but because without his Apollo he would not be whole. So he follows, silently fighting in his own revolution. He invites you to sit down and drink with him as he tells you all about it.
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