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February 10, 2017

One sometimes gets the impression that the mere words ‘Socialism’ and ‘Communism’ draw towards them with magnetic force

every fruit-juice drinker, nudist, sandal-wearer, sex-maniac, Quaker, ‘Nature Cure’ quack, pacifist, and feminist in England.
One day this summer I was riding through Letchworth when the bus stopped and two dreadful-looking old men got on to it. They were both about sixty, both very short, pink, and chubby, and both hatless. One of them was obscenely bald, the other had long grey hair bobbed in the Lloyd George style. They were dressed in pistachio-coloured shirts and khaki shorts into which their huge bottoms were crammed so tightly that you could study every dimple. Their appearance created a mild stir of horror on top of the bus. The man next to me, a commercial traveller I should say, glanced at me, at them, and back again at me, and murmured ‘Socialists.’ - - The Road to Wigan Pier, by George Orwell

Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 10, 2017 6:02 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I was OK with the 2 until they were identified as "hatless." That tells everything. Bass turds.

Posted by: Casey Klahn at February 10, 2017 12:45 PM

Oh for the days when being hatless was worthy of note.

JFK has a lot to answer for but little of such moment.

Posted by: Bill Jones at February 11, 2017 2:58 PM

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