him alone; all their honey they shall bring to him; he shall gorge while
they shall starve。 Of what use? He has slept no sounder in his foolishly
fanciful cell。 Sleep is to tired eyes; not to silken coverlets。 We dream in
Seven Dials as in Park Lane。 His stomach; distend it as he willit is very
smallresents being distended。 The store of honey rots。 The hive was
conceived in the dark days of ignorance; stupidity; brutality。 A new hive
shall arise。〃
〃I had no idea;〃 said the Woman of the World; 〃you were a Socialist。〃
〃Nor had I;〃 agreed the Minor Poet; 〃before I began talking。〃
〃And next Wednesday;〃 laughed the Woman of the World; 〃you will be
arguing in favour of individualism。〃
〃Very likely;〃 agreed the Minor Poet。 〃'The deep moans round with
many voices。'〃
〃I'll take another cup of tea;〃 said the Philosopher。
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