"The middle man governs, however extreme may seem to be the men who sit on the Front Bench, in their reactionary or revolutionary opinions."

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Budapest in late May is a city of lilacs. The sweet, languid, rather sleepy smell of lilacs wafts everywhere. And it is a city of lovers, many of them quite middle-aged. Walking with their arms around each other, embracing and kissing on park benches. A sensuousness very much bound up (it seems to me) with the heady ubiquitous smell of lilacs.

— Joyce Carol Oates