e said. "Not even angels' eggs, my dear little evangelist.” He was in rather high feather this bright morning. The larks were trilling away over the park, the distant pit in the hollow was fuming silent steam. It was almost like old days, before the war. Connie didn't really want to argue. But then she did not really want to go to the wood with Clifford either. So she walked beside his chair in a certain obstinacy of spirit.

“但你不是曾经以保守派无政府主义者自居吗？”她的问题有些幼稚。他反驳道。“你到底搞没搞清我的意思？”“我是说，人们大可以为所欲为，想所欲想，做所欲做，但这只局限于私生活方面，前提是他们能够保证生活和机制在形式上的完整性。”康妮默行数步。然后，她执拗地说：“这理论听起来是说，鸡蛋大可以臭掉，前提是它的壳保持完整。但坏掉的鸡蛋会自己爆掉。”“人怎么能跟鸡蛋划等号。”他说。“甚至不是天使的蛋，我亲爱的小传道士。”在这个明媚的清晨，他的情绪极佳。百灵鸟在园林上空啾唧啭鸣，远处山谷中的煤矿无声地升腾起蒸气。一切情境宛若旧日时光，大战爆发前的时光。康妮无心再去争辩。但她也再无兴致陪克利福德去林中徜徉。于是，她赌着气，走在轮椅旁边。

"No," he said. "There will be no more strikes, it. The thing is properly managed." "Why not?" "Because strikes will be made as good as impossible." "But will the men let you?" she asked.

“不。”他说。“如果一切尽在掌握，就不再会有罢工出现。”“为什么？”“因为罢工将变得难上加难。”“但矿工们会任由你摆布吗