Saints
“It had been hard enough keeping everybody happy back in Manchester; in Nauvoo he was hemmed around with righteousness till sometimes he wanted to say something disgusting just for the pleasure of hearing the words. There’s a devil in me, John Kirkham figured, but God made me as I am so it isn’t my fault. That particular line of reasoning freed him to estimate the town of Springfield through the eyes of a calculating Londoner. He knew the street women for what they were, even though they shunned... anything so obvious as paint in broad daylight. He knew the legislators, too, knew which ones were hungry and which already had their share of power and bribes and pleasures of the flesh. John was amused at how innocently Charlie misunderstood everything, how he kept talking about the excellence of democracy and how things were obviously so much better here in America where power was with the people. Power with the people? But John didn’t bother correcting him. Charlie wouldn’t understand.MoreLess
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