Although I am a keen admirer of Russell, this book has produced the weakest conclusions of all the works I've read of him so far. Either he lazily arrives at already existing truths about the topic of power, or in other cases, where things get a little messy, he dismisses the logical outcome as something too remote to cover in this work. Throughout the whole book I had a feeling someone was watching over Bertie's shoulder when writing this, threatening him with a stick whenever he'd dare to reach an outlandish conclusion, which is quite ironic for a work on Power.