| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 758 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`This is a lot of bloody rot!' exclaimed Crass, impatiently. `Even if there is more shops than what's actually necessary,' cried Harlow, `it all helps people to get a livin'! If half of 'em was shut up, it would just mean that all them what works there would be out of a job. Live and let live, I say: all these things makes work.' `'Ear, 'ear,' shouted the man behind the moat. `Yes, I know it makes "work",' replied Owen, `but we can't live on mere "work", you know. To live in comfort we need a sufficiency of the things that can be made by work. A man might work very hard and yet be wasting his time if he were not producing something necessary or useful. `Why are there so many shops and stores and emporiums? Do you imagine they exist for the purpose of giving those who build them, or work in them, a chance to |
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