What a curious phenomenon it is to see the living ones scavenge the remains of the dead! Waiting for our geniuses, writers, and leaders to die, we excavate our spoils, not sparing their secret diaries, intimate details, drafts and undelivered performances. How much we do not believe in an after-life! We gossip about them, slander them, appraise them, especially since our voice was choked when the "voice of our generation" was still alive and speaking. And all in the name of respect for our heroes - bad manners with a clear conscience! Like the vulture which prefers to have a bald head, devoid of feathers, to avoid spattering of blood as it feeds on its dead carcass - we prefer to be ugly than have a bad conscience! We live only as spies, and hence inspite of our lack of right to do so.
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