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From: | Rosemary Dubois |
Subject: | [Info-chinese] scuba diving fruits |
Date: | Wed, 6 Sep 2006 10:46:47 +0300 |
At the same time the Government wasaiming a strong
blow at the Unions.
Brawlbetween Communists and Nationalists at
Canberra Hall. Richard, small as he was, felt a greatfrenzy on him, a great longing
to let go. And his eyes glowed with exultant satisfaction.
Then why wont a working-mans living wage dofor a
lawyer? Who fired the revolvers, nobody chose to know.
The bomb throwerwas an unknown anarchist, probably
a new immigrant from Europe.
The two were left in silence: only the little clock
ticking away.
Them and a few derelict lords and cuttle-fish
capitalists. Groups of people werehurrying silently home.
Why, weve all had forefathers, and Im sure mine
worked. The serpent shall swallow itself in alast gulp.
Nothing seemed to keep its positive reality,
thismorning in the strong sun after the rain.
What was curious was that nobody brought criminal
charges againstanybody.
Then he went out, saying:Youd best stay here till I
come back, Mr. It was determined that everybody should go home as quietly andquickly
as possible. If I havent done one or two of em in Im sorry.
The red flag suddenly flashinglike blood, and
bellowing rage at the sight of it. The diggers sat mostly together, inthe middle of
the hall, around Jack. Everybody had started up savethe Diggers.
We may not, of course, be reposing on the bosom of
Brother Brown andBrother Black.
I should be careful what I say, said
Jaz.
They are myfellow-men, they are my fellow-men. The
diggers sat mostly together, inthe middle of the hall, around Jack.
And certainly the biggest part of our importance is
our importanceas workers. But morethan the basic wage also he shall not
have.
I have a few of my own things toattend
to.
The leaders of a unionwere to be arrested and held
responsible for attacks on non-workers.
The meeting in the evening, none the less, was a
wild one. Theright to labour on, and be paid for it what the others like to give em.
A Union Jack torn tofragments, stamped upon.
He is FORCED to livein vivid RAPPORT with the mass
of men.
Labour is to wear the absolute crown of the
everydayhat.
So he satstill, and Kangaroo lay still, staring
blankly in front of him.
It is we who are supposed to foster class hatred,
he said. And his simple wage is enoughfor him to live on.
Im damned if I see much upper about it, mates.
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