The moment we stepped out into the hall, Cam's apartment door flung open. Ollie appeared, a cellphone in one hand and Raphael wiggling in the other. "Smile!" he shouted as he snapped a picture on his phone. "It's like my two kids are going to prom.
The quintessential revolution is that of spirit. Without this, the forces which produce the inequalities of the old order will continue to operate.