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That, to me, is Bolshevism." "Absolutely!" said Tommy, "But also, it seems to me a perfect description of the whole of the industrial ideal. It's the factory-owner's ideal in a nut-shell; except that he would deny that the driving power was hate.

Just look at these Midlands, if it isn't english matures sucking cock plainly written up ... but it's all part of the life of the mind, it's a logical development." "I deny that Bolshevism is logical, it rejects the major part of the premisses," said Hammond. "My dear man, it allows the material premiss; so does the pure mind ...

exclusively." "At least Bolshevism has got down to rock bottom," said Charlie. The Bolshevists will have the finest army in the world in a very short time, with the finest mechanical equipment." "But this thing can't go on ...

It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas on to life, forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

The logical mind pretends to rule the roost, and the roost turns into pure hate. The Russians are Bolshevists without hypocrisy." "But there are many other ways," said Hammond, "than the Soviet way. The Bolshevists aren't really intelligent." "Of course not. But sometimes it's intelligent to be half-witted: if you want to make your end. Personally, I consider Bolshevism half-witted; but so do I consider our social life in the west half-witted. So I even consider our far-famed mental life half-witted.

We're all as cold as cretins, we're all as passionless as idiots.

We're all of us Bolshevists, only we give it another name. One has to be human, and have a heart and a penis if one is going to escape being either a god or a Bolshevist ... for they are the same thing: they're both too good to be true." Out of the disapproving silence came Berry's anxious question: "You do believe in love then, Tommy, don't you?" "You lovely lad!" said Tommy. Love's another of those half-witted performances today. Fellows with swaying waists fucking little jazz girls with small boy buttocks, like two collar studs! Or the masturbation her cock in pantyhose joint-property, make-a-success-of-it, my-husband-my-wife sort of love? No, my fine fellow, I don't believe in it at all!" "But you do believe in something?" "masturbation her cock in pantyhose masturbation her cock in pantyhose Me? Oh, intellectually I believe in having a good heart, a chirpy penis, a lively intelligence, and the courage to say 'shit!' in front of a lady." "Well, you've got them all," said Berry.

No; my heart's as numb as a potato, my penis droops and never lifts its head up, I dare rather cut him clean off than say 'shit!' in front of my mother or my aunt ... they are real ladies, mind you; and I'm not really intelligent, son masturbation I'm only a 'mental-lifer.' It would be wonderful to be intelligent: then one would be alive in masturbation her cock in pantyhose masturbation her cock in pantyhose all the parts mentioned and unmentionable. The penis rouses his head and says: How do you do?--to any really intelligent person. Renoir said he painted his pictures with his penis ... And Socrates started it." "There are nice women in the world," said Connie, lifting her head up and speaking at last. They hated her admitting she had attended so closely to such talk. "My God!--'_If they be not nice to me What care I how nice they be?_'-- "No, it's hopeless!

I just simply can't vibrate in unison with a woman.

There's no woman I can really want when I'm faced with her, and I'm not going to start forcing myself to it....

I can be quite happy _talking_ to women; but it's all pure, hopelessly pure.

What do you say, Hildebrand, my chicken?" "It's much less complicated if one stays pure," said Berry. "Yes, life is all too simple!" CHAPTER V On a frosty morning with a little February sun, Clifford and Connie went for a walk across the park to the wood. That is, Clifford chuffed in his motor-chair, and Connie walked beside him. The hard air was still sulphureous, but they were both used to it. Round the near horizon went the haze, opalescent with frost and smoke, and on the top lay the small blue sky; so that it was like being inside an enclosure, always inside.

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The sheep coughed in the rough, sere grass of the park, where frost lay bluish in the sockets of the tufts. Across the park ran a path to the woodgate, a fine ribbon of pink.