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th’ women have to be.—An’ in time pull down Tevershall
and build a few beautiful buildings, that would hold us all.
An’ clean the country up again. An’ not have many children,
because the world is overcrowded.
’But I wouldn’t preach to the men: only strip ‘em an’ say:
Look at yourselves! That’s workin’ for money!—Hark at
yourselves! That’s working for money. You’ve been working
for money! Look at Tevershall! It’s horrible. That’s because
it was built while you was working for money. Look at your
girls! They don’t care about you, you don’t care about them.
It’s because you’ve spent your time working an’ caring for
money. You can’t talk nor move nor live, you can’t properly
be with a woman. You’re not alive. Look at yourselves!’
There fell a complete silence. Connie was half listening,
and threading in the hair at the root of his belly a few for-
get-me-nots that she had gathered on the way to the hut.
Outside, the world had gone still, and a little icy.
’You’ve got four kinds of hair,’ she said to him. ‘On your
chest it’s nearly black, and your hair isn’t dark on your head:
but your moustache is hard and dark red, and your hair
here, your love-hair, is like a little brush of bright red-gold
mistletoe. It’s the loveliest of all!’
He looked down and saw the milky bits of forget-me-
nots in the hair on his groin.
’Ay! That’s where to put forget-me-nots, in the man-hair,
or the maiden-hair. But don’t you care about the future?’
She looked up at him.
’Oh, I do, terribly!’ she said.
’Because when I feel the human world is doomed, has

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