The voice that must not be heard,
The bane of all time-servers and trimmers,
Helot-usurpers of the true aristocracy of awareness.
Full of the confidence that is the cure
For cowardice and its twin, conceit.
‘De gustibus...’ means that properly probed
There can be no two minds; pressed au fond, all men agree.
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