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He pauses. A fly buzzes against a broken window.

“The Socialists want to wait for the revolution. The priests want to wait for paradise. I say: act now . Not with manifestos. With fasci . With bundles of sticks—one breaks, a hundred do not.” mussolini: son of the century series

Mussolini mounts a podium. He does not smile. He never smiles in public—smiling is for shopkeepers. He pauses

“Forgive me, my wound,” he whispers. “You are the only father I ever had.” mussolini: son of the century series

Then he wipes it away. Men don’t cry. Men make history .

He pauses. A fly buzzes against a broken window.

“The Socialists want to wait for the revolution. The priests want to wait for paradise. I say: act now . Not with manifestos. With fasci . With bundles of sticks—one breaks, a hundred do not.”

Mussolini mounts a podium. He does not smile. He never smiles in public—smiling is for shopkeepers.

“Forgive me, my wound,” he whispers. “You are the only father I ever had.”

Then he wipes it away. Men don’t cry. Men make history .