|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
you really wish to know. I believe that even if it were proved that it could be done, most of you would be sorry and would do all you could to prevent it.'
`'E don't know 'isself,' sneered Crass. `Accordin' to 'im, Tariff Reform ain't no bloody good - Free Trade ain't no bloody good, and
everybody else is wrong! But when you arst 'im what ought to be done - 'e's flummoxed.'
Crass did not feel very satisfied with the result of this machinery argument, but he consoled himself with the reflection that he would be able to flatten out his opponent on another subject. The cutting from the Obscurer which he had in his pocket would take a bit of answering! When you have a thing in print - in black and white - why there it is, and you can't get away from it! If it wasn't right, a paper like that would never have printed it. However, as it was now nearly half past eight, he resolved to defer this triumph till another occasion. It was too good a thing to be disposed of in a hurry.