The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute

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Chapter 38 • The Democracy Gang
Alisa directed Jonathan’s gaze to the fi res below. “Look at the
riot down there,” she said. “Society is torn apart by this constant
struggle for power. All over the island, groups that lose too many
votes eventually explode in frustration.”
She sat still for a long time. A tear began to trickle down her
cheek. “My dad and I have arranged a special place to meet when
this happens. But I’ll wait until the fi res die down.”
Jonathan sat quietly a long time, bewildered by these two long
days since the storm. By the time he looked back at Alisa, she
had fallen into a deep sleep. He was very impressed with her –
everything about her. As he made himself comfortable, he thought,
“She’s no simple Phoebe Simon.”