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The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative the day after the revolution.

Oh the heady and happy days of Christmas morn! It all seems so very long ago... Will we ever know such bliss and joy again?

We think too much and feel too little.

As requested, young Ezra received this Christmas his very own scooter . The skill and dexterity he demonstrated on Henry’s convinced us that he was up to the challenge, although – as you can see below – his knees quickly bore a tale of their very own…