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THE LOST TRUMPET 131
International Banks of Settlements. In German
chemical works—who knew ?—there were pallid
young folk accruing dividends on that money of
hers; on tramps at sea, with guano from the
Peruvian islands; in Italy, with its comic State
ferocities and its hunger-line industrial workers.
... I saw these things, in picture after picture, and
Pelagueya lowered her head again, listening. And
suddenly she said something of which indeed I had
not thought.
“So in every country—except our own !—this
stuff that gives me pretty clothes and the memory of
Oliver and Colonel Anton Saloney for my escort on
pleasure-jaunts—it is the surplus of folk who live
on a hunger-line only a little above that of the
Warrens ?”
“That is so,” I said, and Pelagueya, with almost
the same gesture as the drunken boy in the Wagh el
Berka, put her hands to her head.
“Then there’s nothing I can do. Is there ? And
after all—even the making of my pretty dresses and
the taking of me on pleasure-j aunts : they provide
work, do they not ? I spend only the smallest fraction
of the Gault income. It is reinvested to make work
for more people. So ”
She looked at me, bright-eyed with hope, with
that horrific memory of the cheated of the sunlight
fading behind the easy, protective veils the mind can
self-drape at such moments. I said :
“There is nothing you can do, but even that does
not absolve you. Nor any of us. We have made of
International Banks of Settlements. In German
chemical works—who knew ?—there were pallid
young folk accruing dividends on that money of
hers; on tramps at sea, with guano from the
Peruvian islands; in Italy, with its comic State
ferocities and its hunger-line industrial workers.
... I saw these things, in picture after picture, and
Pelagueya lowered her head again, listening. And
suddenly she said something of which indeed I had
not thought.
“So in every country—except our own !—this
stuff that gives me pretty clothes and the memory of
Oliver and Colonel Anton Saloney for my escort on
pleasure-jaunts—it is the surplus of folk who live
on a hunger-line only a little above that of the
Warrens ?”
“That is so,” I said, and Pelagueya, with almost
the same gesture as the drunken boy in the Wagh el
Berka, put her hands to her head.
“Then there’s nothing I can do. Is there ? And
after all—even the making of my pretty dresses and
the taking of me on pleasure-j aunts : they provide
work, do they not ? I spend only the smallest fraction
of the Gault income. It is reinvested to make work
for more people. So ”
She looked at me, bright-eyed with hope, with
that horrific memory of the cheated of the sunlight
fading behind the easy, protective veils the mind can
self-drape at such moments. I said :
“There is nothing you can do, but even that does
not absolve you. Nor any of us. We have made of
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205191180 |
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Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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