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From: | Leo Hilton |
Subject: | [Engineer-devel] irreverently lopsided |
Date: | Tue, 19 Sep 2006 11:01:24 -0200 |
![]() Evidently somethingvery serious had happened. For
some reason they have not yet crossedthe river in any great numbers.
It is the general fate of street
meetings.
The Pole was for throwing the stuff outof the
window, but Roucolle would not hear of it.
The policemen almostburst with laughing at him. I
presentthem as a sample of the thoughts that are put into ones head by working inan
hotel.
Then one night there wastremendous excitement,
because our first Frenchman had arrived. It gives one a very strangefeeling to be
wearing such clothes.
I saw the Roumanians, too polite to say anything,
cocking their eyes at thehotel. I should like very much to have known
him.
Suppose it is granted that a PLONGEURS work is more
or less useless. Like many misers, Roucolle came to a bad end through putting his
moneyinto a wildcat scheme. I spent a day wandering about our quarter, saying
good-bye toeveryone. Suddenly everything becamehurry and bad temper.
Now throw down some sawdust; this Hoors like a
skating-rink.
Several noises recurred throughout the night. I
opened my eyesand saw that it was one of the sailors feet, sticking out of bed
closeto my face. Also, there were always several copper saucepans toclean. The mass
of the rich and the poor aredifferentiated by their incomes and nothing else, and
the.
He seemed contented, valuinghis bed and fire more
than food. I said that I was stony broke and wanted thecheapest bed I could
get.
Like many misers, Roucolle came to a bad end
through putting his moneyinto a wildcat scheme. It was dark brown, quite dark brown
like an Indians,with dirt. Past experience setme against pawning my best
suit.
Evidently somethingvery serious had happened. At
half past twelve I would put on my coat and hurry out.
Never mind the washing up, chop this celery. The
mass of the rich and the poor aredifferentiated by their incomes and nothing else,
and the. Past experience setme against pawning my best suit.
Between twelve and half past I did what I could to
finishthe washing up.
Take an Indian rickshawpuller, or a gharry pony.
They earn thirty or fortyrupees a month, and cough their lungs out after a few
years.
Of thewomen, not a single one has washed her face
this morning.
After paying the bill I had ten and twopence in
hand.
Thisis the kind of effect that fatigue has upon
ones manners. The Jew, however, swore that there was no danger. Their master looks
on the whip as a substitutefor food. See that he gets a double portion of
allvegetables.
It is a curious sensation, being a customer where
you havebeen a slaves slave.
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