I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of

My Ideas Had Been Taking A Socialistic Shape For Many Years; But They Were Lacking In Definite Outline.

We Lived Within Two Hundred Yards Of The Sea, And Its Voice Was In Our Ears Night And Day.

With My Somewhat Vague Aspiring Mind, To Be Imprisoned In The Rude Details Of A Most Material Life Was Often Irksome.

The General Fact Of Surplus Value, Namely That The Workmen Does Not Get The Full Value Of His Labours, And That He Is Taken Advantage Of By The Capitalist, Is Obvious.

And Where There Had Been Only Jeers Or Taunts At First, Crowds Came To Listen With Serious And Sympathetic Mien.