Julius Caesar ACT IV, iii
BRUTUS ...................What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
(The sell off in the commodity space moved into the honour space, and Brutus got upset) (speaking of sell offs, isn't there a scent of global panic just now?)(ha!)
john mage