How they laugh at you, the men who like to keep the government of this country in their own possession! They stretch down a hand to the one who has climbed the highest, they pull him up into the Government, and after that Labour is well quit of him.

He has found his place with the gods.

Perhaps they will make him a `Sir' and his wife a `Lady,' but for him it is all over with the Cause.

And so another ten years is wasted, while another man grows up to take his place." "She's right enough," Furley confessed gloomily.

"There is something about the atmosphere of the inner life of politics which has proved fatal to every Labour man who has ever climbed.