They thought if they could but wring the neck of the crowing cock it would never be day.
George F. Hoar: “They thought if they could but wring the neck of the crowing cock it would never be day.”
Editor's note · Context
Hoar uses a metaphor to illustrate the futility of trying to suppress reform by silencing its advocates.
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