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 I'm pretty sure money is the great evil. You get it and it seperates you - at once from life
 We are all cramped, hurt, all the time, by what you see.
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a flacesing there. Think of a whole nation of people who sa? because of work - the old and the sick and the weary descently take? some? off - The land belonging to the state - the factories belonging to the state.

 The artist someday perhaps having a real chance to function in the state.  Here you are - you and John and

a thousand others. How Have? terrible houses, in which people live, need living pictures. The work you could all have to do would be inexhaustable. Its worth fighting for - the beginning of it. It's worth any price. I guess all of us, in