This thought soothes their envy and keeps it from driving them mad.
I thanked Comrade Bannerman for his pamphlets and threw him a few coins to pay for the melons he had given me.

But my peep into his soul had taught me more than his propaganda could teach me.

Later I read all the pamphlets because I had promised I would.

They told of the labor movement and the theories at work in Germany.

One of them was called Merrie England and declared that England had once been merry, but capitalism had crushed all joy and turned the island into a living hell.
I remembered my mother in Wales rocking her baby's cradle and singing all day long with a voice vibrant with joy.