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"Who's shirking their responsibility now!" he said.

"Who is trying to get away _now_ from the responsibility of their own boss-ship, as you call it?" "But I don't want any boss-ship," she protested. Who has given the colliers all they have that's worth having: all their political liberty, and their education, such as it is, their sanitation, their health conditions, their books, their music, everything. All the Wragbys and Shipleys in England have given mom son have sex while watching tv their part, and must go on giving.

There's your responsibility." Connie listened, and flushed very red. Everything is to be sold and paid for now; and all the things you mention now, Wragby and Shipley _sells_ them to the people, at a good profit. And besides, who has taken away from the people their natural life and manhood, and given them this mom son have sex while watching tv industrial horror? Who has done that?" "And what must I do?" he asked, green. "Ask them to come and pillage me?" "Why is Tevershall so ugly, so hideous? Why are their lives so hopeless?" "They built their own Tevershall, that's part of their display of freedom. They built themselves their pretty Tevershall, and they live their own pretty lives. Every beetle must live its own life." "But you make them work for you. They live the life of your coal mine." "Not at all.

Not one man is forced to work for me." "Their lives are industrialised and hopeless, and so are ours," she cried. That's just a romantic figure of speech, a relic of the swooning and die-away romanticism. You don't look at all a hopeless figure standing there, Connie my dear." Which was true.

For her dark-blue eyes were flashing, her colour was hot in her cheeks, she looked full of a rebellious passion far from the dejection of hopelessness.

She noticed, in the tussocky places of the grass, cottony young cowslips standing up still bleared in their down. And she wondered mom son have sex while watching tv with rage, why it was she felt Clifford was so _wrong_, yet she couldn't say it to him, she could not say exactly _where_ he was mom son have sex while watching tv wrong. "And don't fall into errors: in your sense of the word, they are _not_ men. They are animals you don't understand, and never could. The masses were always the same, and will always be the same. Nero's slaves were extremely little different from our colliers or the Ford motorcar workmen. It is one of the most momentous facts of social science.

_Panem et circenses!_ Only today education is one of the bad substitutes for a circus.

What is wrong today, is that we've made a profound hash of the circuses part of the programme, and poisoned our masses with a little education." When Clifford became really roused in his feelings about the common people, Connie was frightened. There was mom son have sex while watching tv something devastatingly true in what he said.

Seeing her pale and silent, Clifford started the chair again, and mom son have sex while watching tv no more was said till he halted again at the wood gate, which she opened. "And what we need to take up now," he said, "is whips, not swords. The masses have been ruled since time began, and till time ends, ruled they will have to be. It is sheer hypocrisy and farce to say they can rule themselves." "But can you rule mom son have sex while watching tv them?" she asked.

Neither my mind nor my will is crippled, and I don't rule with my legs. I can do my share of ruling: absolutely, my share; and give me a son, and he will be able to rule his portion after me." "But he wouldn't be your own son, of your own ruling class; or perhaps not," she stammered. "I don't care who his father may be, so long as he is a healthy man not below normal intelligence. Give me the child of any healthy, normally intelligent man, and I will make a perfectly competent Chatterley of him.

It is not who begets us, that matters, but where fate places us. Place any child among the ruling classes, and he will grow up, to his own extent, a ruler.

Put kings' and dukes' children among the masses, and they'll be little plebians, mass products. It is the overwhelming pressure of environment." "Then the common people aren't a race, and the aristocrats aren't blood," she said.

And the masses are a functioning of another part of fate. It is a question of which function you are brought up to and adapted to. It is not the individuals that make an aristocracy: it is the functioning of the aristocratic whole.

And it is the functioning of the whole mass that makes the common man what he is." "Then there is no common humanity between us all!" "Just as you like. But when it comes to expressive or executive functioning, I believe there is a gulf and an absolute one, between the ruling and the serving classes. And the function determines the individual." Connie looked at him with dazed eyes. Now he lapsed into his peculiar and rather vacant apathy, that Connie found so trying. In the wood, anyhow, she was determined not to argue. In front of them ran the open cleft of the riding, between the hazel walls and the gay grey trees.