Moneybags in the front pew has got a strangle hold on the parson.
Begging your pardon, Mifflin. We know you're not that kind."

Marchant won the floor again. "Here's the nub of it. A man's a
slave so long as his means of livelihood is dependent on some
other man. I don't care whether it's lands or railroads or mines.
Abolish private property and you abolish poverty."

They were all at it again, like dogs at a bone. Across the Babel
James caught Jeff's gay grin at him.

By sheer weight Dickinson's voice boomed out of the medley.

". . . just as Henry George says: 'Private ownership of land is
the nether mill-stone. Material progress is the upper mill-stone.
Between them, with an increasing pressure, the working classes are
being ground.' We're just beginning to see the effect of private
property in land. Within a few years. . . ."

"What we need is to get back to Democracy. Individualism has run
wild. . . ."

"Trouble is we can't get anywhere under the Constitution. Every
time we make a move--check. It was adopted by aristocrats to hold
back the people and that's what it's done. Law--"

Apparently nobody got a chance to finish his argument. The Polish
Jew broke in sharply. "Law! There iss no law."

"Plenty of it, Sobieski, Go out on the streets and preach your