“Why doesn’t God smite this dictator dead?′ is a question a little remote from us,” says one of the characters in The Man Born to Be King. “Why, madam, did he not strike you dumb and imbecile before you uttered that baseless and unkind slander the day before yesterday? Or me, before I behaved with such cruel lack of consideration to that well-meaning friend? And why, sir, did he not cause your hand to rot off at the wrist before you signed your name to that dirty little bit of financial trickery?”
