[…] if any Momist, who neuer doth any thing himselfe, but curiously behold the doings of others, carpe at these my paines, […]

In New York City alone, there are nearly three dozen of these nemo points from which speeches, music, and entertainment are broadcast regularly.

If and when things get bad enough that the administration's happy talk and lies are so obviously nonsense, they will simply pivot to finger-pointing and blame, as they have done so many times before. The MAGAt supporters have long since demonstrated they will swallow any manner of foul bullshit and pronounce it the sweetest ambrosia.

Thus all that Art and Con had to do, when the night was favourable, was to advance a little way along the avenue, until they reached the place whence the light, if it was burning, must be visible, as a glow, a feeble glow, in the air, and thence to go on, towards the back door, or to go back, towards the gate, as the case might be.