Leonard Woolf’s entry for 30
September in his ‘A Calendar of Consolation’ (Hogarth Press, 1967) quotes
Montaigne. “It is no good getting oneself up upon stilts, for even on them we
still have to walk on our legs, and though we sit on the highest throne in the
world, we are still sitting on our own bottom.” Succinct and circumspect, his
words cannot be improved on. Thrones, we know about them, surrounding their
occupants with power to elevate or destroy, themselves and others. And stilts
that, like cars and planes, give the impression of progress and no inbuilt
design faults.
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