|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
`it'll take a better bloody man than you to enlighten ME!'
`I don't want to be henlightened into Darkness!' said Slyme piously.
`But what sort of System do you propose, then?' repeated Harlow.
`After you've got 'em all enlightened - if you don't believe in sharing out all the money equal, how ARE you goin' to alter it?'
`I don't know 'ow 'e's goin' to alter it,' sneered Crass, looking at his watch and standing up, `but I do know what the time is - two minits past one!'
`The next lecture,' said Philpot, addressing the meeting as they all prepared to return to work, `the next lecture will be postponded till tomorrer at the usual time, when it will be my painful dooty to call upon Mr Owen to give 'is well-known and most hobnoxious address entitled "Work and how to avoid it." Hall them as wants to be henlightened kindly attend.'
`Or hall them as don't get the sack tonight,' remarked Easton grimly.