No one sits, as you do, so close to a king, who does not begin to grasp how the levers of power work, and the cost of the oil that must grease them.

Geraldine Brooks
About This Quote

Although we usually think of power as the ability to control and command, this quote shows that power is just another tool in the hands of those who want to rule. By sitting so close to a king, the person in the quote is able to see how the levers of power work and how much oil must be purchased to grease them.

Source: The Secret Chord

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