| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 101 |
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Those who worked were looked upon with contempt, and subjected to every possible indignity. Nearly everything they produced was taken away from them and enjoyed by the people who did nothing. And then the workers bowed down and grovelled before those who had robbed them of the fruits of their labour and were childishly grateful to them for leaving anything at all. No wonder the rich despised them and looked upon them as dirt. They WERE despicable. They WERE dirt. They admitted it and gloried in it. While these thoughts were seething in Owen's mind, his fellow workmen [were] still patiently toiling on downstairs. Most of them had by this time dismissed Hunter from their thoughts. They did not take things so seriously as Owen. They flattered themselves that they had [too much] [more] sense [than that.] It could not be altered. Grin and bear it. After all, it was only for life! Make the best of things, and get your own back whenever you get a chance. |
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