This novel sprinkled with images is part 2: a continuation of The Hinge-Hebrew of the British Empire, but since it is the next era in Benjamin Disraeli's letters, it was necessary to give a new title for this document (which you could call 'Part 2', or simply another volume, but probably more suitable to being called the next edition). The letters set down here are a semi-fictionalized version of the words of the Hebrew who was possibly England's greatest political genius, seemingly London's most unlikely Messianic Jew, a holy forerunner and redeemed political version of Andy Warhol, with a touch of Samson the Semitic judge, who, with the power of his right hand, brought down the Whig Party in the UK, showing himself to be a reluctant dandy, while maintaining a carnal yet sacred reason to celebrate the English tongue: here, before you, is presented, in a marginal style of American English, the expanse of his mind - those who are easily disturbed must keep in mind that some of his thoughts are abbreviated in this presentation (as can be expected in intimate epistles), but you can rest assured that the essential nature of his communication with his sister has been retained. Before you are the pen strokes of a native of Bloomsbury, elegantly scribbled by a soul who was able to hear his own wedding bells, after meeting and cleaving to Mary Anne. This document presents afresh to the world a psychology which may never rise again, a syntax that defies the oppression of sophists, allowing aspiring statesmen to behold royalty's best kept secrets, seizing any advantage which may be gained by Prince Harry's memoirs, allowing a new generation to sink their teeth into the literary version of Britannia's finest roast beef! Disraeli was destined to turn his earthly kingdom on its side the way the apostles turned the world upside down.