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If a man works, he shall not have less than the basic wage, be heeven a lying
lawyer.
Jazs plump, pale face was stillimpassive, inscrutable, and his clothing
was in order.
Andput em on a basic wage like all the rest: one job, one
wage.
In they went, suddenly,like bombs into the wave, spitting back the water.
Perhaps it is the bitterest part, to keepstill through it all, and watch and
wait. And when it is treated as if it were a whole, it becomes a disease, avast
white strangling octopus.
He was distressed, but it made him feel more
remote.
And when it is treated as if it were a whole, it becomes a disease,
avast white strangling octopus.
Theyve got more greedybrains in the seats of
their pants than in their top storeys.
He was distressed, but it made him feel
more remote. Richard found himself in the street with Jaz and Jack, both of
whom weresilent.
Blowed if I know, answered Jack, like a drunken man.
You cant
deny that, if you assert the sacredness of work.
They flashed with asharp black
motion as the great wave curled to break.
Workers first, andwhatever soul we
have, it must go first into our work.
Jaz poured out a measure of whiskey for
himself and one for Richard.
So suddenly, and socompletely, to abandon him. Yet
he wanted to go back into the town, into the melee.
Stay here, he said, while I
go and have a look round.
Everybody had started up savethe Diggers. And love
has only service as itsmeans of _expression_. Poor Richard, he went away almost
blinded with stress and grief andbewilderment. Richard was more and more
tormented in himself.
The sonorous gloating in the sound was unbearable.
Join
hands with the workers of the world: just a fist-grip, as a tokenand a pledge.
Then why did you come to me this morning?
It was a strange sound,heavy,
hypnotic, trance-like. Look at your lawyer charging you twoguineas for half an
hours work. You bark at me as if I were Little Red Riding-hood, he said,
smiling.
Willie Struthers, his dark-yellow face gone demoniac, stood and
facedthem.
Somers sat down, only anxious to behave himself. Jacks iron bar, for
instance, nobody mentioned.
Young fellow like mes got to keep an eyeon him, see
hes all right. It was a kind of grief, a bitter, agonisedgrief for his
fellow-men.
Let us abide by it, and shape things to fit.
Call it a curse, call
it a blessing, call it what you like.
Weve got to save the People, weve got to
do it.
Dont you move, thundered Jack, and she relapsed into silence.
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