. .. And so therefore reborn nations, the old patterns of love and life changed. Hours spent in caring for the quick of what life was finally replaced by flowing liquid in which the whole hour pounding a rhythm of mechanisms and machines very slow and inexorable. Verdi and moments of authentic serenity were tarred and made impervious to what passes through the feelings with a smile, minutes became heavy beats of hammers on anvils laid on the bent of those who had rebelled. And most of all silence, silence leaden and dull, without the possibility that someone saw in all that surrounded him the harbinger of something. The silence, the absence of change, mixed with dark stillness. A mark up of all things then, testified mocking the immutability, branded, engraved in the concrete with nails forced against the gray material in which reposed the hands of even those who once knew love. Barbed wire ropes suspending those who once might have react, and then it was him the acclaim of the builders of the new order. Applause, silence and scorn toward the cries of those who claimed just a little 'justice. The only words offers, muddy water to the thirsty were those of the brand. To those who still complained and pointed his finger at the forgotten rights council would offer a foul, he pointed out the truth on which Vera had to recant their beliefs. N on N eGate 's E security scheme was said to him before whipping them back in to the washing of sizzling acid. And finally, to extend the new model anywhere, subject to increasingly recalcitrant and hush with hot muzzle. Expand, N on N Egar 's E security scheme, to impose everywhere the new model, the brand. The Trademark NNE .
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