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Such is to be our life, as that of all our brothers and of the brothers who came before us. SUCH IS TO BE OUR LIFE AS THAT OF ALL OUR BROTHERS AND OF THE BROTHERS WHO CAME BEFORE US
reat voices. The plays are about toil and how good it is. Then we walk back to the Home in a straight column. The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through. The moths beat against the street lanterns. We go to our beds and we sleep, till the bell rings again. The sleeping halls are white and clean and bare of all things save one hundred beds. Thus have we lived each day of four years, until two springs ago when our crime happened. Thus must all men live until they are forty. At forty, they are worn out. At forty, they are sent to the Home of the Useless, where the Old Ones live. The Old Ones do not work, for the State takes care of them. They sit in the sun in summer and they sit by the fire in winter. They do not speak often, for they are weary. The Old Ones know that they are soon to die. When a miracle happens and some live to be forty-five, they are the Ancient Ones, and the children stare at them when passing by the Home of the Useless. SWER ALL TOGETHER IN TWO GREAT VOICES THE PLAYS ARE ABOUT TOIL AND HOW GOOD IT IS THEN WE WALK BACK TO THE HOME IN A STRAIGHT COLUMN THE SKY IS LIKE A BLACK SIEVE PIERCED BY SILVER DROPS THAT TREMBLE READY TO BURST THROUGH THE MOTHS BEAT AGAINST THE STREET LANTERNS WE GO TO OUR BEDS AND WE SLEEP TILL THE BELL RINGS AGAIN THE SLEEPING HALLS ARE WHITE AND CLEAN AND BARE OF ALL THINGS SAVE ONE HUNDRED BEDS THUS WE HAVE LIVED EACH DAY OF FOUR YEARS UNTIL TWO SPRINGS AGO WHEN OUR CRIME HAPPENED THUS MUST ALL MEN LIVE UNTIL THEY ARE FORTY AT FORTY THEY'RE WORN OUT AT FORTY THEY'RE SENT TO THE HOME OF THE USELESS WHERE THE OLD ONES LIVE THE OLD ONES DO NOT WORK FOR THE STATE TAKES CARE OF THEM THEY SIT IN THE SUN AND SUMMER AND THEY SIT BY THE FIRE IN WINTER THEY DO NOT SPEAK OFTEN FOR THEY ARE WEARY THE OLD ONES KNOW THAT THEY ARE SOON TO DIE WHEN A MIRACLE HAPPENS AND SOME ONE LIVES TO BE FORTY FIVE THEY ARE THE ANCIENT ONES AND CHILDREN STARE AT THEM WHEN PASSING BY THE HOME OF THE USELESS
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