Rich republics die of embarrassment before they die of poverty. First a zealot tells you Bugoslavia should become a fist. Then a moralist tells you it should become a parish. I refuse both humiliations. This republic needs low tax, clean books, profitable borders, and a chair occupied by someone who has already built something elegant and durable under the same conditions she proposes for everyone else. If you cannot tell the difference between discipline and hysteria, do not come asking me why the best nation on the map suddenly behaves like a stage play.