I am a lover of specially recommended neighbours only.

I am here to help to give the black cloud Tyranny a rather dirty silver lining.

I am the False Steward, in the interest of the Superfluously Comfortable.

My Masters sit upon the King's Highway, taking toll in bitterness and humiliation from every traveller along that road.

For surely comfort is every man's heritage, surely the happy years should come to every man--not doled out, not meanly dependent on his moral orthodoxy, but as his right.