Because excellent men in corrupt republics (especially in tranquil times) are considered enemies, both out of envy or other ambitions, the people follow either a man who is judged to be good by common self-deception or someone put forward by men who are more likely to desire special favours than the common good. Later, in adverse times, this deception is revealed, and out of necessity the people turn to those who in tranquil times were almost forgotten.
I’ll very briefly add to the overpopulated genre of 9/11 stories by saying when the planes hit, I was asleep in a bohemian studio apartment in Berkeley alongside my half-Russian/half-East German girlfriend. The land-line phone rang, as it had to in that ancient pre-smartphone era of 20 years ago. ”Turn on the TV!” yelled my mother from Miami.
I dug out the crappiest TV imaginable, a relic an Israeli roommate had left behind, just in time to watch one building fall…and then the other.