| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 388 |
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`Yes, we are!' cried Harlow. `Go into any chemist's shop you like and ask the bloke, and 'e'll tell you -' `Oh, blow that!' interrupted Philpot. `Let's 'ear wot Owen's sayin'.' `They must live on the land: and that's the beginning of the trouble; because - under the present system - the majority of the people have really no right to be in the country at all! Under the present system the country belongs to a few - those who are here represented by this small black square. If it would pay them to do so, and if they felt so disposed, these few people have a perfect right - under the present system - to order everyone else to clear out! `But they don't do that, they allow the majority to remain in the land on one condition - that is, they must pay rent to the few for the privilege of being permitted to live in the land of their birth. The amount of rent demanded by those who own |
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