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الصفحة 143 - Would you, in the system of society which you call 'free Communism' prevent individuals from exchanging their labor among themselves by means of their own medium of exchange? And further: Would you prevent them from occupying land for the purpose of personal use?" The novel continues: "[the] question was not to be escaped. If he answered 'Yes!
الصفحة 198 - ... dear to you, avenge the atrocious murder which has been committed upon your brothers to-day, and which will likely be committed upon you to-morrow. Laboring men, Hercules, you have arrived at the cross-way. Which way will you decide? For slavery and hunger, or for freedom and bread ? If you decide for the latter, then do not delay a moment; then, people, to arms! Annihilation to the beasts in human form who call themselves rulers! Uncompromising annihilation to them! This must be your motto....
الصفحة 219 - There will be a time when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you strangle to-day...
الصفحة 197 - REVENGE! REVENGE! WORKINGMEN, TO ARMS! " Working people, this afternoon the bloodhounds, your exploiters, murdered six of your brothers at McCormick's. Why did they murder them? Because they dared to be dissatisfied with the lot which your exploiters made for them.
الصفحة 219 - Tis I should, as I do, Pity you. For me no more are the hardships, The bitterness, heartaches, and strife. The sadness and sorrow of life, But the glory divine This is mine. Poor creatures! Afraid of the darkness, Who groan at the anguish to come ? How silent I go to my home; Cease your sorrowful bell; I am well!