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large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_01_rand_64kb
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Nothing matters save the work, our secret, our evil, our precious work. Still, we must also write, for—may the Council have mercy upon us! NOTHING MATTERS SAVE THE WORK OUR SECRET OUR EVIL OUR PRECIOUS WORK STILL WE MUST ALSO WRITE FOR MAY THE COUNCIL HAVE MERCY UPON US
 the memory of men and there are no laws to provide for it. It is dark here. The flame of the candle stands still in the air. Nothing moves in this tunnel save our hand on the paper. We are alone here under the earth. It is a fearful word, alone. The laws say that none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great transgression and the root of all evil. But we have broken many laws. And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the shadow of our one head. The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without sound, black and glistening as blood. We stole the candle from the larder of the Home of the Street Sweepers. We shall be sentenced to ten years in the Palace of Corrective Detention if it be discovered. But this matters not. It matters only that the light is precious and we should not waste it to write when we need it for that work which is our crime. CH CRIME HAS COME IN THE MEMORY OF MEN AND THERE ARE NO LAWS TO PROVIDE FOR IT IT IS DARK HERE THE FLAME OF THE CANDLE STANDS STILL IN THE AIR NOTHING MOVES IN THIS TUNNEL SAVE OUR HAND ON THE PAPER WE ARE ALONE HERE UNDER THE EARTH IT IS A FEARFUL WORD ALONE THE LAWS SAY THAT NONE AMONG MEN MAY BE ALONE EVER AND AT ANY TIME FOR THIS IS THE GREAT TRANSGRESSION AND THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL BUT WE HAVE BROKEN MANY LAWS AND NOW THERE IS NOTHING HERE SAVE OUR ONE BODY AND IT IS STRANGE TO SEE ONLY TWO LEGS STRETCHED ON THE GROUND AND ON THE WALL BEFORE US THE SHADOW OF OUR ONE HEAD THE WALLS ARE CRACKED AND WATER RUNS UPON THEM IN THIN THREADS WITHOUT SOUND BLACK AND GLISTENING AS BLOOD WE STOLE THE CANDLE FROM THE LARDER OF THE HOME OF THE STREET SWEEPERS WE SHALL BE SENTENCED TO TEN YEARS IN THE PALACE OF CORRECTIVE DETENTION IF IT BE DISCOVERED BUT THIS MATTERS NOT IT MATTERS ONLY THAT THE LIGHT IS PRECIOUS AND WE SHOULD NOT WASTE IT TO WRITE WHEN WE NEED IT FOR THAT WORK WHICH IS OUR CRIME
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