The law of contract
martial law
the laws of cricket
the law of gravity
Gresham's law
the law of self-preservation
the law of averages
the law of supply and demand
Grimm's law
the laws of nature
the laws of harmony
the laws of tragedy
Separate the rhetorical chaff from this letter and express the grain or substance of it in straightforward, plain (i.e., not coloured) language."At a time when the press, the wireless and the films have been welded into a vast Government propaganda machine, when the slick young men formerly so earnest in advising us to 'eat more bananas' have been retained to filter the turbid stream of Whitehall truth until it becomes palatable for mass consumption, when every twopenny-ha'penny town ball has become a temple of bureaucracy whose priests occasionally vary the monotony of their whole-time job of plastering the public with forms and generally impeding business by an excursion into some childish 'campaign,' with all its attendant mumbo-jumbo beloved of Pooh-Bahs throughout the ages — at such a time it is perhaps too much to hope that even a small percentage of adults should shut their ears to the babel of the planners and calmly THINK. It is certain, however, that if British common sense does not destroy the planners, the planners will destroy us.
I write as one of the many millions (normally inarticulate but not such fools as their betters are apt to assume) who are more planned against than planning, ordinary self-respecting men and women who are not (and do not desire to be) subsidised, who have no assured 'market' (home or foreign) for their product, who are not members of 'closed' professions or 'protected' industries, and whose simple economy is based on the old-fashioned notion that to live one must work.
Such people know (and do not resent it) that when through age or infirmity they are no longer able to do their jobs they will have to make way for those who can, and in saner times this urged them to make provision in the days of their vigour.
Inability to make this provision while being skinned alive by the planners leaves them with the bleak prospect — should they fall by the way — of being gathered up with whoops of joy by the planners who have destroyed them and incarcerated in a planned institution to speculate upon the glories of a planned funeral."
"Who should descend upon the ancient peace of N— but X.Y.Z. That urban-minded and garrulous petrel . . . swooped upon N— to the aid of the local election candidate, who was pursuing a laborious and somewhat stilted way through the narrow seas of rural politics. He was dressed in a tight-fitting, hip-slinky overcoat of the sort that dance-band leaders wear, and addressed the crowd with an air of quite remarkable superiority. For the better part of an hour he sprayed us with an oleaginous stream of rhetorical oratory full of sly half-truths and old womanish digs at . . . the British Empire and the British idea of freedom with which he did not apparently agree. He is not an imposing figure. . . . He does not look as though he had ever shouldered a pack or done a day's manual labour."COUNSEL: This was intended to be disparaging?