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Thursday, April 7, 2022

VA A HABER UN NUEVO DESORDEN MUNDIAL ((II), SHAKESPEARE, TIMON OF ATHENS)

Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold? 

No, gods, I am no idle votarist. 

Roots, you clear heavens! 

Thus much of this will 

make 

Black white, foul fair, wrong right, 

Base noble, old young, coward valiant. 

Ha, you gods! Why this? What this, you gods? 

Why, this 

Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, 

Pluck stout men’s pillows from below their heads. 

This yellow slave 

Will knit and break religions, bless th’ accursed, 

Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves 

And give them title, knee, and approbation 

With senators on the bench. This is it 

That makes the wappened widow wed again; 

She whom the spital house and ulcerous sores 

Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices 

To th’ April day again. Come, damnèd earth, 

Thou common whore of mankind, that puts odds 

Among the rout of nations, I will make thee 

Do thy right nature

TIMON OF ATHENS

ACT 4, SC 3

In truth, the gold standard is already a barbarous relic.

  • John Maynard Keynes, Monetary Reform (1924), p. 172


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