“Sometimes I wonder why we are friends” said Deutsch Fraulein to Socialite, “there are worlds between us.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek to confirm their bond. Socialite felt a bit uncomfortable. She always thought her friend envied her for being so well-connected and wanted a piece of her glory. She herself likes to hang out with Deutsch Fraulein, as next to this bumpkin she looks so much prettier.
“Philosopher is right” said Deutsch Fraulein dreamingly. “All I need is a warm little house with a vege garden and my personal peace, and then I will simply watch the world go by.”
“Withdrawing from society is not the solution” said Socialite with a scornful glance, “you have to engage. I can tell you, as long as the Jones’ keep buying, I’ll keep buying too. I don’t want them to get the better of me!”
Foreign Correspondent has been looking for Philosopher all week. He wanted to find out what he thought about the political shift we currently see the world over. Philosopher pulled out a diagram he had prepared: “we pretend these dichotomies are the problem. But the real problem lies in the secret motivation for our actions: eat or be eaten. And as long as we don’t tackle overly self-serving behaviour, nothing will change.”
“You have seen many rulers come and go. You must be the authority on the subject,” said Foreign Correspondent to Court Jester, “so enlighten us, what is going to happen?”
“I am an advisor, not a fortune teller,” replied Court Jester. “And I am happy to advice Top Dog too, should he wish to use my services.”
“Isn’t that a bit spineless, since you didn’t vote for him?”
“I trust I can bring more change from within the inner circle than when I fight from afar.”
“What do you think?” Foreign Correspondent asked passers-by. “Is societal change too big a mission for little puppets?”
“Not at all” answered L’Artiste. “The seed of all change is dissatisfaction. We all know there are a lot of unhappy puppets out there.”
“Yes” agreed Sunny full-heartedly, “me included.”
L’Artiste continued unperturbed, “it is now a matter of how we tend to what we have sowed.
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