|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
and exchanged looks of satisfaction and relief. Of course! It wasn't necessary to think about these things at all! Nothing could ever be altered: it had always been more or less the same, and it always would be.
`It seems to me that you all HOPE it is impossible to alter it,' said Owen. `Without trying to find out whether it could be done, you persuade yourselves that it is impossible, and then, instead of being sorry, you're glad!'
Some of them laughed in a silly, half-ashamed way.
`How do YOU reckon it could be altered?' said Harlow.
`The way to alter it is, first to enlighten the people as to the real cause of their sufferings, and then -'
`Well,' interrupted Crass, with a self-satisfied chuckle,