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"... In terms of rights, people are born and remain free and equal..."
The words spoken by the young man fell into the murky air of the café, like hard stones shattering the ice layer on the river's surface.
Adorno had heard similar words before when he was in the countryside, and the name "Rousseau" often appeared alongside them.
Back then, these words were nailed to the pillar of shame. The lords said these things were poison, the whisper of the Devil, listening to them would drive one insane, and even cause the whole body to fester.
Adorno leaned against the doorframe, suddenly recalling the afternoon when he first arrived in Vienna.
He was so tired that day, he didn't notice he was walking too close to the wall, blocking the path of an approaching noble lord.
The servant beside the lord kicked him hard in the knee, cursing loudly for him to kneel and apologize.
