We Lived Within Two Hundred Yards Of

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of The Animals, The Human Soul Look Out Upon Me.

I Was In The Square At The Time. The Crowd Was A Most Good-humoured, Easy Going, Smiling Crowd; But Presently It Was Transformed. A Regiment Of Mounted Police Came Cantering Up.

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.

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.