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“ ”Così come stanno oggi le cose, con questo spreco di forza lavoro nella pura oziosità o nel lavoro improduttivo, è evidente che il mondo civile è sostenuto solo da una piccola parte dei suoi membri; qualora tutti lavorassero utilmente per sostenerlo, la quota di lavoro che ognuno dovrebbe svolgere sarebbe necessariamente limitata, anche se il nostro tenore di vita fosse simile a quello che la gente benestante e raffinata ritiene oggi desiderabile. Avremmo forza lavoro in eccesso, e saremmo, in breve, ricchi come vorremmo.
About William Morris
William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated with the British Arts and Crafts Movement.
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The lost and found the Cause hath crowned, The Day of Days is here.
"Even though great were this cruelty, oppression, and tyranny, though numerous were the oft-victorious clans of the many-familied Erinn; though numerous their kings, and their royal chiefs, and their princes; though numerous their heroes and champions, and their brave soldiers, their chiefs of valour and renown and deeds of arms; yet not one of them was able to give relief, alleviation, or deliverance from that oppression and tyranny, from the numbers and multitudes, and the cruelty and the wrath of the brutal, ferocious, furious, untamed, implacable hordes by whom that oppression was inflicted, because of the excellence of their polished, ample, treble, heavy, trusty, glittering corslets; and their hard, strong, valiant swords; and their well-riveted long spears, and their ready, brilliant arms of valour besides; and because of the greatness of their achievements and of their deeds, their bravery, and their valour, their strength, and their venom, and their ferocity, and because of the excess of their thirst and their hunger for the brave, fruitful, nobly-inhabited, full of cataracts, rivers, bays, pure, smooth-plained, sweet grassy land of Erinn" — (pp. 52-53).
Yea,” she said, “but first must thou smite off his head, and lie it by his buttocks when he is in the earth; or evil things will happen else. This of the burying is no idle matter, I bid thee believe.