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"On the battlefield, the grim anarchists pull down masks over knit brows and clenched teeth. As the sun rises through the tear gas, we thank our lucky stars we still have a common enemy so we can put off rifts and rivalries for another day. We carry with us our disappointments in ourselves, in each other, and in our dreams - and also our shame, our arrogance and fear, our martyr complexes, our despair. We know better than to hope for victory: after this fight, even after any revolution, there will always be another conflict, another line to draw. Even if every government and board of directors abdicated and no one stepped forward to replace them, we would simply commence fighting each other. This is what we do, it is all we have learned, it is all we can do with our bitterness."