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The Man On Putney Hill

           "What’sthegoodofgoingonwithsuchlies?"saidtheartilleryman. "There’smenwho’ddoitcheerful. Whatnonsensetopretendthereisn’t!" 

           AndIsuccumbedtohisconviction. 

           "Iftheycomeafterme,"hesaid; "Lord,iftheycomeafterme!"andsubsidedintoagrimmeditation. 

           Isatcontemplatingthesethings. Icouldfindnothingtobringagainstthisman’sreasoning. InthedaysbeforetheinvasionnoonewouldhavequestionedmyintellectualsuperioritytohisI,aprofessedandrecognisedwriteronphilosophicalthemes,andhe,acommonsoldier; andyethehadalreadyformulatedasituationthatIhadscarcelyrealised. 

           "Whatareyoudoing?"Isaidpresently."Whatplanshaveyoumade?" 

           Hehesitated. 

           "Well,it’slikethis,"hesaid. "Whathavewetodo? Wehavetoinventasortoflifewheremencanliveandbreed,andbesufficientlysecuretobringthechildrenup. Yeswaitabit,andI’llmakeitclearerwhatIthinkoughttobedone. Thetameoneswillgolikealltamebeasts; inafewgenerationsthey’llbebig,beautiful,rich-blooded,stupidrubbish! Theriskisthatwewhokeepwildwillgosavagedegenerateintoasortofbig,savagerat.... Yousee,howImeantoliveisunderground. I’vebeenthinkingaboutthedrains. Ofcoursethosewhodon’tknowdrainsthinkhorriblethings; butunderthisLondonaremilesandmileshundredsofmilesandafewdaysrainandLondonemptywillleavethemsweetandclean. Themaindrainsarebigenoughandairyenoughforanyone. 

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