What chance have you under present conditions?
None! For very shame, as the years pass on, you operatives will be better paid.

What will it amount to?
A few shillings a week more, the same life, the same anxieties, the same daily grinding toil, brainless, machine-like, leading you nowhere because there isn't a way out.

There will still remain your masters; there will still remain you, the men.

Can't you see what it is that I am aiming at?
I want to make a great machine of all the industries of this country.

The man with the gift for figures will find himself in the office, and the man with lesser brain power will find himself before a machine.