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woman there appears to be holding a pen­guin," said Vorbis.
"Patina, Goddess of Wisdom," said Brutha auto­matically, and then realized he'd said it.
"I, er, heard someone mention it," he added.
"Indeed. And .
The Ephebians believed that every man should have the vote.[6] Every five years someone was elected to be Tyrant, provided he could prove that he was honest, intelligent, sensible, and trustworthy. Immediately af­ter he was elected, of course, it was obvious to every­one that he was a criminal madman and totally out of touch with the view of the ordinary philosopher in the street looking for a towel. And then five years later they elected another one just like him, and really what remarkably good hearing you must have," said Vorbis.Aristocrates paused outside an impressive doorway and nodded at the party."Gentlemen," he said, "the Tyrant will see you now.""You will recall everything that is said," whispered Vorbis.Brutha nodded.The doors swung open.All over the world there were rulers with titles like the Exalted, the Supreme, and Lord High Something or Other. Only in one small country was the ruler elected by the people, who could remove him when­ever they wanted-and they called him the Tyrant