"If heaven does not give birth to Zhongni, eternity will be like a long night." The ancient saint chanted in a low voice, breaking the spine of a great scholar into a perfect right angle, and watched with satisfaction as the other person foamed at the mouth. "Good! This is the golden mean, impartiality," he looked around at the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty who had been "corrected" neatly and uniformly, like living figurines, and declared happily: "The world will finally be corrected by me!"
