There isn't any power on earth that can prevent England's thirty millions from electing themselves dukes and duchesses to-morrow and calling themselves so.

And within six months all the former dukes and duchesses would have retired from the business.
I wish they'd try that.

Royalty itself couldn't survive such a process.
A handful of frowners against thirty million laughers in a state of irruption.

Why, it's Herculaneum against Vesuvius; it would take another eighteen centuries to find that Herculaneum after the cataclysm.

What's a Colonel in our South?
He's a nobody; because they're all colonels down there.