"You drink the champagne Robin. You take your allowance. You live in your furnished room on Magpie Lane, you parade down the streets in your robes tailored clothes, all paid for by the school, and yet you say all this money comes from blood. This does not bother you?
And that was the heart of it all, wasn't it? Robin had always been willing, in theory, to give up only some things for a revolution he halfway believed in. He was fine with resistance as long as it didn't hurt him. And the contradiction was fine, as long as he didn't think too hard about it, or look too closely. But spelled out like this, in such bleak terms, it seemed inarguable that far from being a revolutionary, Robin, in fact, had no convictions whatsoever."














