The Tables Turned - or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude by William Morris
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_Pot_. I can. He said, "Those of this capital should have no bowels. You workers must see to having this done." _J. N_. Stop a little; it is important that I should get an accurate note of this (_writing_). Those who live in this metropolis must have their bowels drawn out--is that right? _Pot_. This capital, he said, my lord. _J. N_. (_writing_). This capital. Well, well, well! I cannot guess why the prisoner should be so infuriated against this metropolis. Go on, Mr. Hungary. _Mr. H_. (_to witness_). Can you remember any other words he said? _Pot_. Yes; later on he said, "I hope to see the last Londoner hung in the guts of the last member of Parliament." _J. N_. Londoner, eh? _Pot_. Yes, my lord; that is, he meant Londoner. _J. N_. You mustn't say what he meant, you must say what you heard him say. _Pot_. Capital, my lord. _J. N_. I see; (_writing_). The last dweller in the metropolis. |
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