Child! Do Not Throw This

The Choice Lies Between Property On The One Hand And Slavery, Public Or Private, On The Other. There Is No Third Issue.

And The Men That Were Boys When I Was A Boy Shall Sit And Drink With Me.

I Put My Pencil Upon The Paper, Doubtfully, And Drew Little Lines, Considering My Theme. But I Would Not Long Hesitate In This Manner, For I Knew That All Creation Must Be Chaos First, And Then Gestures In The Void Before It Can Cast Out The Completed Thing.

Wherever The Industrial System Has Reached Its Second Generation It Is Threatened By Two Mortal Perils. The First Is The Demand By An Organized Proletariat For Sustenance Without Relation To The Product Of Its Labor; A Demand Which Threatens The Very Existence Of Profit (on The Necessary Presumption Of Which Capitalism Reposes). The Second, And Immediately Graver Danger Is That Of A Revolt For The Confiscation Of The Means Of Production.

I Said To Heart, "how Goes It?" Heart Replied: "right As A Ribstone Pippin!" But It Lied.