Loud buckets, I suspect, L, will trump markets in the end.
Bill
On Wed, Aug 27th, 2014 at 7:16 PM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> It is half past two in the afternoon.
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> Mechanisms bang away. People scurry.
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> What are we to do? There isn't enough
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> money to continue, they say; nor funds
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> for necessary growth. We are held here;
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> and restrained. We shall be beaten. Markets
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> decide the quality of our justice;
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> our civilisation in general.
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> There is neither time; nor talent.
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> The machines upon which we have relied break
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> and have not been much repaired. What to do?
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> Someone tips hot soapy water across
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> an entrance foyer. Clatter of metal;
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> the handle swings over, banging against
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> a step, and slips out of her hands, tumbling.
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> Part of the floor pattern chips. She tries to
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> go quietly, picks up sideways the loud bucket.
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> A droning voice becomes audible, separable.
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