- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
When the Eyes Beg the Candle’s Gaze
The riches of kings, of witches, of sullen painters lurk in warehouses whose doors can be throw open with the greatest of ease. What, then, can we ask ourselves, each other, the hoi polloi when the endless discussion turns, as it always does, to class warfare? We can bedeck you in the latest finery, we can kiss your pensive lips with the rubies they have always wanted to be, we can bathe you in gold but does that make you any less the son of a mechanic, the daughter of the world’s mot famous gefilte fish chef? We cannot ascertain the radiance of your being before you give us this one, greatest, gift: you must open your eyes.