Nowhere have I ever heard of Satan taking the form of an avuncular hippie. No doubt he could. It just seems inefficient.

I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now.

The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster.

I have known heaven, and now I am in hell, and there are mimes.

Law is error, you see. It's an attempt to write down a lot of things everyone ought to know anyway.

And don't tell me the end justifies the means because it doesn't. We never reach the end. All we ever get is means. That's what we live with.

A desire for privacy does not imply shameful secrets; Moglen argues, again and again, that without anonymity in discourse, free speech is impossible, and hence also democracy. The right to speak the truth to power does not shield the speaker from the consequences of doing so; only comparable power or anonymity can do that.