Let everyone enjoy his own opinion, I say.' A murmur of approbation from the crowd greeted these sentiments; but Owen rejoined: 'But we can't both be right; if your opinions are right and mine are not, how am I to find out the truth if we never talk about them ?' 'Well, wot do you reckon is the cause of poverty, then ?' demanded Easton.
'The present system--competition--capitalism.' 'It's all very well to talk like that,' snarled Crass, to whom this statement conveyed no meaning whatever.

'But 'ow do you make it out ?' 'Well, I put it like that for the sake of shortness,' replied Owen.
'Suppose some people were living in a house--' 'More supposin'!' sneered Crass.
'And suppose they were always ill, and suppose that the house was badly built, the walls so constructed that they drew and retained moisture, the roof broken and leaky, the drains defective, the doors and windows ill-fitting and the rooms badly shaped and draughty.

If you were asked to name, in a word, the cause of the ill-health of the people who lived there you would say--the house.

All the tinkering in the world would not make that house fit to live in; the only thing to do with it would be to pull it down and build another.

Well, we're all living in a house called the Money System; and as a result most of us are suffering from a disease called poverty.