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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. 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
en be when they live for their brothers?” And now, sitting here in our tunnel, we wonder about these words. It is forbidden, not to be happy. For, as it has been explained to us, men are free and the earth belongs 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 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. PY THEY ANSWERED HOW ELSE CAN MEN BE WHEN THEY LIVE FOR THEIR BROTHERS AND NOW SITTING HERE IN OUR TUNNEL WE WONDER ABOUT THESE WORDS IT IS FORBIDDEN NOT TO BE HAPPY FOR AS IT HAS BEEN EXPLAINED TO US MEN ARE FREE AND THE EARTH BELONGS 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
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