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C
.
I
thought
you
’
d
get
on
to
that
.
M
.
Well
,
you
’
re
part
of
it
.
Everything
free
and
decent
in
life
is
being
locked
away
in
filthy
little
cellars
by
beastly
people
who
don
’
t
care
.
C
.
I
know
your
lot
.
You
think
the
whole
blooming
world
’
s
all
arranged
so
as
everything
ought
to
be
your
way
.
M
.
Don
’
t
be
so
wet
.
C
.
I
was
a
private
in
the
army
.
You
can
’
t
tell
me
.
My
lot
just
do
what
they
’
re
told
(
he
was
really
quite
worked
up
—
for
him
)
and
better
look
out
if
they
don
’
t
.
M
.
You
haven
’
t
caught
up
with
yourself
.
You
’
re
rich
now
.
You
’
ve
got
nothing
to
be
hurt
about
.
C
.
Money
doesn
’
t
make
all
that
difference
.
M
.
Nobody
can
order
you
about
any
more
.
C
.
You
don
’
t
understand
me
at
all
.
M
.
Oh
,
yes
I
do
.
I
know
you
’
re
not
a
teddy
.
But
deep
down
you
feel
like
one
.
You
hate
being
an
underdog
,
you
hate
not
being
able
to
express
yourself
properly
.
They
go
and
smash
things
,
you
sit
and
sulk
.
You
say
,
I
won
’
t
help
the
world
.
I
won
’
t
do
the
smallest
good
thing
for
humanity
.
I
’
ll
just
think
of
myself
and
humanity
can
go
and
stew
for
all
I
care
.
(
It
’
s
like
continually
slapping
someone
across
the
face
—
almost
a
wince
.
)
