How can all this misery touch you?
You live in your lovely house out of the town.
When you come in, you drive about, do your shopping, make calls, and go home again.

You never visit the poorer streets.

The people from them never come to you.

You are rich, your people before you were rich, you live in a state of isolation." "But that is not right," said the lady in a wailing voice.

"I have been thinking about this matter lately.