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Our body is betraying us, for the Council of the Home looks with suspicion upon us. It is not good to feel too much joy nor to be glad that our body lives. For we matter not and it must not matter to us whether we live or die, which is to be as our brothers will it. OUR BODY IS BETRAYING US FOR THE COUNSEL OF THE HOME LOOKS WITH SUSPICION UPON US IT IS NOT GOOD TO FEEL TOO MUCH JOY NOR TO BE GLAD THAT OUR BODY LIVES FOR WE MATTER NOT AND IT MUST NOT MATTER TO US WHETHER WE LIVE OR DIE WHICH IS TO BE AS OUR BROTHERS WILL IT
arth belong to all men; and the will of all men together is good for all; and so all men must be happy. Yet as we stand at night in the great hall, removing our garments for sleep, we look upon our brothers and we wonder. The heads of our brothers are bowed. The eyes of our brothers are dull, and never do they look one another in the eyes. The shoulders of our brothers are hunched, and their muscles are drawn, as if their bodies were shrinking and wished to shrink out of sight. And a word steals into our mind, as we look upon our brothers, and that word is fear. There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and in the air of the streets. Fear walks through the City, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare to speak. We feel it also, when we are in the Home of the Street Sweepers. But here, in our tunnel, we feel it no longer. The air is pure under the ground. There is no odor of men. And these three hours give us strength for our hours above the ground. S TO THEM AND ALL THINGS ON EARTH BELONG TO ALL MEN AND THE WILL OF ALL MEN TOGETHER IS GOOD FOR ALL AND SO ALL MEN MUST BE HAPPY YET AS WE STAND AT NIGHT IN THE GREAT HALL REMOVING OUR GARMENTS FOR SLEEP WE LOOK UPON OUR BROTHERS AND WE WONDER THE HEADS OF OUR BROTHERS ARE BOWED THE EYES OF OUR BROTHERS ARE DULL AND NEVER DO THEY LOOK ONE ANOTHER IN THE EYES THE SHOULDERS OF OUR BROTHERS ARE HUNCHED AND THE MUSCLES ARE DRAWN AS IF THEIR BODIES WERE SHRINKING AND WISHED TO SHRINK OUT OF SIGHT AND A WORD STEALS INTO OUR MIND AS WE LOOK UPON OUR BROTHERS AND THAT WORD IS FEAR THERE IS A FEAR HANGING IN THE AIR OF THE SLEEPING HALLS AND IN THE AIR OF THE STREETS FEAR WALKS THROUGH OUR CITY FEAR WITHOUT NAME WITHOUT SHAPE ALL MEN FEEL IT AND NONE DARE TO SPEAK WE FEEL IT ALSO AND WE ARE IN THE HOME OF THE STREET SWEEPERS BUT HERE IN OUR TUNNEL WE FEEL IT NO LONGER THE AIR IS PURE UNDER THE GROUND THERE IS NO ODOR OF MEN THAN THESE THREE HOURS GIVE US STRENGTH FOR OUR HOURS ABOVE THE GROUND
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