Subject: right angle

From: "Gwendolyn Pagan" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 21:01:07 -0500

A whole new concept of the universe gradually born,shedding the old concept.
Jaz lookedrather pale, and he was very silent, brooding. Greedy fat-arses, mates, if youllpardon the vulgarity for once. Willie Struthers gave the main speech: on the solidarity of Labour.
In short, the spirit has got a lesson to learn: the lesson of its ownlimitation.
Yet theirelegance provincial, without pride, awful.
Its vibration steadily increases till there comes asudden click! Somers had asked Jaz if he could get him a ticket, and Jazhad succeeded. Labour is to wear the absolute crown of the everydayhat.
Ifhes GOT to have an income for doing nothing, let him have no more thanwhat we call wages. Richard, small as he was, felt a greatfrenzy on him, a great longing to let go.
As the vibration slacks off, the flock falls apart.
Almost beside himselfRichard struggled out of the crowd, to get out of the crowd.
The neurastheniacomes from the inattention to the suggestion, or from a falseinterpretation. There was a touch of sardonictolerance in it all.
They were real: the absurd, sharp, unafraid creatures. Indeed the two forms of consciousness,mental and vertebral, are mutually exclusive.
Labour shall be its own boss, andpossess its own means and ends. The more sensitive hear something, feel a new urge and are uneasy.
And at the same timethat overwhelming obstinacy and power of endurance.
Communication between these herds of roving monsters is of marvellousrapidity and perfection.
There was plenty of noise and interruption,plenty of homethrusts at the speakers from the audience. The only real master left is the boss in industry. Yet, if you got intothe wrong stream on the pavement you felt theyd tread you down, almostunseeing. The only real master left is the boss in industry.
And then, as the number came,unbearable in its ghastly striking:EIGHT! He is FORCED to livein vivid RAPPORT with the mass of men. But the Garden of Eden is gone for ever, and while the ages roll, wemust work.
Im damned if I see much upper about it, mates.
The labourer is worthy of his hire, and the hire isworthy of his labourer. Struthers, looking as if he were crouching to spring, glared back atthem from the platform. Well just put a hookin their trouser-bottoms and hook em gently to earth. So, telepathy, communication in the vertebrates. They would jeer an attempt at a new interpretation, jeer it to death.