classism

Everyone had gone to school with someone__ brother or known each other up at Cambridge. These were serious young leftist intellectuals, many of them communists devoted to the idea of a classless society, but they were also upper class and English and so almost unconsciously sought out others of their kind and mixed with them, while the working-class youth stood alone just outside the perimeter of this charmed circle, coming as close as he dared, barred from entry by an invisible boundary of accent.

The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.

There is oppression that shouldn't exist. There is a struggle for freedom all the time. There are very serious dangers: the species may be heading toward extinction. I can't see how anybody can fail to have an interest in trying to help people become more engaged in thinking about these problems and doing something about them.

We first crush people to the earth, and then claim the right of trampling on them forever, because they are prostrate.

Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man__ a blacksmith, and one__ a whitesmith, and one__ a goldsmith, and one__ a coppersmith. Diwisions among such must come, and must be met as they come. If there__ been any fault at all to-day, it__ mine. You and me is not two figures to be together in London; nor yet anywheres else but what is private, and beknown, and understood among friends. It ain__ that I am proud, but that I want to be right, as you shall never see me no more in these clothes. I__ wrong in these clothes. I__ wrong out of the forge, the kitchen, or off th_ meshes. You won__ find half so much fault in me if you think me in forge dress, with my hammer in my hand, or even my pipe. You won__ find half so much fault in me if, supposing as you should ever wish to see me, you come and put your head in at the forge window and see Joe the blacksmith, there, at the old anvil, in the old burnt apron, sticking to the old work. I__ awful dull, but I hope I__e beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so God bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, God bless you!

There's one thing you may be sure of, Pip," said Joe, after some rumination, "namely, that lies is lies. Howsever they come, they didn't ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, and work round to the same. Don't you tell no more of 'em, Pip. That ain't the way to get out of being common, old chap. And as to being common, I don't make it out at all clear. You are oncommon in some things. You're oncommon small. Likewise you're a oncommon scholar.""No, I am ignorant and backward, Joe.""Why, see what a letter you wrote last night! Wrote in print even! I've seen letters___h! and from gentlefolks!___hat I'll swear weren't wrote in print," said Joe."I have learnt next to nothing, Joe. You think much of me. It's only that.""Well, Pip," said Joe, "be it so or be it son't, you must be a common scholar afore you can be a oncommon one, I should hope!

The gulf between their world and hers had manifested itself, however much they'd meditated on how to ball her, and remained.

Those dear to me took fright for my safety and, perhaps, my sanity. Kings, they explained, do not walk like beggars for hundreds of miles. My response was that if a beggar could managed the feat, then why not a king? Did they think me less capable than a beggar?Sometimes I think that I am. The beggar knows much that the king can only guess. And yet who draws up the codes for begging ordinances? Often I wonder what my experience in life--my easy life following the Desolation, and my current level of comfort--has given me of any true experience to use in making laws. If we had to rely on what we knew, kings would only be of use in creating laws regarding the proper heating of tea and the cushioning of thrones.