Стража! Стража!

           "That’sright,"saidBrotherPlasterer."Mylandlordoppressesmesomethingwicked.BangingonthedoorandgoingonandonaboutalltherentIallegedlyowe,whichisatotallie.Andthepeoplenextdooroppressmeallnightlong.Itellthem,Iworkallday,aman’sgottohavesometimetolearntoplaythetuba.That’soppression,thatis.IfI’mnotundertheheeloftheoppressor,Idon’tknowwhois."

           "Putlikethat-"saidBrotherWatchtowerslowly-"Ireckonmybrother-in-lawisoppressingmeallthetimewithhavingthisnewhorseandbuggyhe’sbeenandbought.Ihaven’tgotone.Imean,where’sthejusticeinthat?Ibetakingwouldn’tletthatsortofoppressiongoon,people’swivesoppressing’emwithwhyhaven’ttheygotanewcoachlikeourRodneyandthat."

           TheSupremeGrandMasterlistenedtothiswithaslightlylight-headedfeeling.Itwasasifhe’dknownthatthereweresuchthingsasavalanches,buthadneverdreamedwhenhedroppedthelittlesnowballontopofthemountainthatitcouldleadtosuchastonishingresults.Hewashardlyhavingtoeggthemonatall.

           "Ibetaking’dhavesomethingtosayaboutlandlords,"saidBrotherPlasterer.

           "Andhe’doutlawpeoplewithshowycoaches,"saidBrotherWatchtower."Probablyboughtwithstolenmoney,too,Ireckon."

           "Ithink,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster,tweakingthingsalittle,"thatawisekingwouldonly,asitwere,outlawshowycoachesfortheundeserving."

           TherewasathoughtfulpauseintheconversationastheassembledBrethrenmentallydividedtheuniverseintothedeservingandtheundeserving,andputthemselvesontheappropriateside.