Subject: ice cream paddock

From: "Gwendolyn Aguilar" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2006 23:53:02 +0200

It doesnt mean anything, Miss Brollikins. If I was your mother Id smack some manners into you. I should give no quarter to such anoutrageous piece of sophistry.
It was all very jolly; and Im stilla little proud of it.
Iorganized the girls there, and became a trade union secretary.
I daresay a match with you might be a very goodthing for David. Then all of a suddenyou pick out one, and feel sexy all over. Idnever stoop to be ashamed of my name; but I cant deny theressomething funny about it. You are walnut color,with a touch of claret on the nose.
If you marry David he will remain David and nobody else tildeath do you part.
I am all for the new program; but we must draw upa parliamentary timetable for it.
Parliament is for the ventilation of grievances.
But even if he had blown that Parliament up, theywould just have elected another.
Hilda comes from her office and runs to the window.
And who would keep them in order, I should like to know:silly amateurs.
This program is not a matter oftoday or tomorrow. David isan irresolute and unsuccessful young man. If it is an honestGovernment it will set its wits to work to right the wrong. Itwill take the life out of him and leave him a walking talking shellof a man with nothing inside.
I been listening on the quiet asyou might say. It doesnt mean anything, Miss Brollikins.
And he has been declaring for some months past that ifhe ever marries he will marry a factory girl. Has he picked you out from among the thousand ladies to whomhe is indifferent? If hes not nice youfeel ashamed of yourself and run away. The Duke comessympathetically to Sir Arthur and sits down beside him.
Of course Mr de Valera is only talking the plainest common sense. If it is an honestGovernment it will set its wits to work to right the wrong. But you see how familiar we are together. Youcall me nigger, sneering at my color because you have none.
Oh Arthur, my dear Arthur, why didnt you play golf onyour holiday instead of thinking? I know your class point of view, Lady Chavender. It means extermination; and when it comesto the point you cant go through with it.
That feeling is the only guide I have to the evolutionaryappetite.
Nobody is that in England, Miss Brollikins.
I will put fifty thousand patriotic young Londonersinto Union Jack shirts.
I might come down on yourside, Arthur, if I spotted you as a winner. And he has been declaring for some months past that ifhe ever marries he will marry a factory girl. Adult suffrage:that was what was to save us all.