A remarkable piece of oratory records without explicit comment the stark social divisions of an unequal worldThe Proletariat SpeaksI love beautiful things: Great trees, bending green winged branches to a velvet lawn, Fountains sparkling in white marble basins, Cool fragrance of lilacs and roses and honeysuckle, Or exotic blooms, filling the air with heart-contracting odors; Spacious rooms, cool and gracious with statues and books, Carven seats and tapestries and old masters Whose patina shows the wealth of centuries. Continue reading...