Augustus Does His Bit by George Bernard Shaw
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THE CLERK. Making small cars. AUGUSTUS. NEW cars! THE CLERK. The old cars only do twelve miles to the gallon. Everybody has to have a car that will do thirty-five now. AUGUSTUS. Can't they take the train? THE CLERK. There ain't no trains now. They've tore up the rails and sent them to the front. AUGUSTUS. Psha! THE CLERK. Well, we have to get about somehow. AUGUSTUS. This is perfectly monstrous. Not in the least what I intended. THE CLERK. Hell-- AUGUSTUS. Sir! THE CLERK [explaining]. Hell, they says, is paved with good intentions. AUGUSTUS [springing to his feet]. Do you mean to insinuate that hell is paved with MY good intentions--with the good intentions of His Majesty's Government? |
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