Louder, but not necessarily stronger. I did some work once on a community project. It was on this estate which had been effectively abandoned by the police. There were bricks going through people's windows, and the local youths would steal cars and set fire to them several times a week. There was a piece of waste land - a horrible place were nobody went - that was going to be bought up by the council so they could put a fast track bus route through it. But the community came together and said no, you've taken everything else off us, you're not having that as well. So they put in for funding for a scheme I was working for to buy the land and convert it to a community green space. One woman in her 60s led the campaign, and she was fearless. She kept going to talk to the thuggish youths, drawing them in, involving them in the project. She never gave up on them. And what happened was, over time, they opened up. They drew their horns in. They even got involved with the fundraising. On the day the green was launched, the same boys who had been burning cars were running the barbecue! And they were still there, hours later, in the rain, helping to take the tents down. It was such an inspiring story that I've never forgotten it and it did make me think about the strength of 'goodness', for want of a better word. The trouble is, it takes a lot of effort sometimes, and courage, too.