Yet not one sage of the bountiful bunch has ever ventured to denounce the twin vices of industry and obedience.
True, there is the story of blind Samson at the mill; perhaps a parable.
Underfed and overworked for generations, starved from birth, starved before birth, we drive and harry and crush them, the weakling and his weaker sons; we exploit them, gull them, poison them, lie to them, filch from them.

We crowd them into our money mills; we deny them youth, we deny them rest, we deny them opportunity, we deny them hope, or any hope of hope; and we provide for age--the poorhouse.

So that charity is become of all words the most feared, most hated, most loathed and loathsome; worse than crime or shame or death.

We have left them from the work of their hands enough, scantly enough, to keep breath within their stunted bodies.

"All the traffic can bear!"-- a brazen rule.