It ain't power that corrupts, it's the changes you put your head through getting it. — Norman Spinrad, Bug Jack Barron
It ain't power that corrupts, it's the changes you put your head through getting it. — Norman Spinrad, Bug Jack Barron
It ain't power that corrupts, it's the changes you put your head through getting it. — Norman Spinrad, Bug Jack Barron
It ain't power that corrupts, it's the changes you put your head through getting it. — Norman Spinrad, Bug Jack Barron
It ain't power that corrupts, it's the changes you put your head through getting it. — Norman Spinrad, Bug Jack Barron
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It ain't power that corrupts, it's the changes you put your head through getting it.

— Norman Spinrad, Bug Jack Barron
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