“Knowledge,” said the slightly drunken grey-bearded man, “is the pursuit of anger.”
“Anger?” I challenged.
“Anger.” He confirmed.
A pause.
A sip.
He contemplated.
“You can’t be angry ’bout stuff you don’t know. Kids these days, they’re only angry ‘cos they know… Or think they know.
“Take that whistle-blower guy…”
“Edward Snowden?”
“No, that other one.”
“Bradley Manning?”
“Not him… The one in the embassy; let him rot, he’s made a generation miserable…
“Kids getting angry at the government when they should be out living… Never concerned me what no government did… Didn’t ask questions, just kept us heads down and was grateful for what we got.”