| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 51 |
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At the end of this lengthy speech, the philosophic Philpot abstractedly grasped a jam-jar and raised it to his lips; but suddenly remembering that it contained stewed tea and not beer, set it down again without drinking. `Let us begin at the beginning,' continued Owen, taking no notice of these interruptions. `First of all, what do you mean by Poverty?' `Why, if you've got no money, of course,' said Crass impatiently. The others laughed disdainfully. It seemed to them such a foolish question. `Well, that's true enough as far as it goes,' returned Owen, `that is, as things are arranged in the world at present. But money itself is not wealth: it's of no use whatever.' |
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