Carl Sandburg's "The People, Yes" on the shelf under my computer, and I use that. It's a second printing, dated 1936. The book has has seldom failed me. I opened it yesterday afternoon, feeling somewhat numb, and mildly depressed after the previous night's primary results and announcements. I opened the book at random - once only - it opened to page 158, and this passage hit me in the eye straight away.
The people laugh, yes, the people laugh.
They have to in order to live and survive under lying politicians,
lying labor skates, lying racketeers of business, lying newspapers, lying ads.
The people laugh even at lies that cost them toil and bloody exactions.
For a long time the people may laugh, until a day when the laughter
changes key and tone and has something it didn't have.
Then there is a scurrying and a noise of discussion and an asking of the question
what is it the people want.
Then there is the pretense of giving the people what they want,
with jokers, trick clauses, delays and continuances, with lawyers and fixers,
playboys and ventriloquists, big-time promises.
Time goes by and the gains are small for the years go slow, the people go slow,
yet the gains can be counted and the laughter of the people foretokening revolt carries fear to those who wonder how far it will go and where to block it.