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HASTILY Adam our driver swallowed a curse in the darkness— Petrol nigh at end and something wrong with a sprocket Made him speer for the nearest town, when lo! at the crossways Four blank letterless arms the virginal signpost extended. “Look!” thundered Hugh the Radical. “This is the England we boast of— Bland, white-bellied, obese, but utterly useless for business. They are repainting the signs and have left the job in the middle. They are repainting the signs and traffic may stop till they’ve done it, Which is to say: till the son-of-a-gun of a local contractor, Having laboriously wiped out every name for Probably thirty miles round, be minded to finish his labour! Had not the fool the sense to paint out and paint in together?”
Thus, not seeing his speech belied his Radical Gospel |