The Corn Is Green Page #3
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Then they are sent away to the mines
and in one week they're old men.
I see.
How many can read and write?
Next to none.
Next to none.
I wonder who started the ridiculous rumor
that this was a civilized world.
Well, since it's the only world
we have to live in,
I suppose we have
to make the best of it.
Too easy, Mr. Jones.
Much too soft and easy.
When I was a young girl I looked the world
into the eye and I decided I didn't like it.
I saw poverty and disease,
ignorance and injustice.
And in a small way, I've always done
So now that I've had the good
fortune to come into this house
and a little money, what could I do
better than to continue to fight them?
Especially with you two to help me.
Would you please put
these in water?
- I?
- Yes, you, Miss Ronberry.
Sit down, won't you?
I used to meet friends of yours
at lectures in London.
You live alone.
You have just enough money.
You're not badly educated.
And time lies heavy on your hands.
Isn't that so?
Not at all.
When the proper gentleman appears...
Oh, no, Miss Ronberry. If you're
a spinster well on in her thirties,
he's lost his way and isn't coming.
Why don't you face the fact
and enjoy life the way I do?
When did you give up hope?
Oh, what a horrid expression.
I can't recall ever having
had any hope.
Visitors used to take a long look
at my figure and say:
"she's going to be the clever one. "
But a woman's only future is to marry
and fulfil the duties.
Nonsense.
I'd have made a shocking wife anyway.
But haven't you ever been in love?
for more than 5 minutes in my life
without wanting to box his ears.
Which brings me to you, Mr. Jones.
My conscience is as clear as the snow.
I'm sure it is.
But I've inquired about you too.
Your father was a grocer with just enough
money to send you to grammar school.
With the result that you're educated
beyond your sphere
and yet failed to qualify
for the upper classes.
You feel frustrated
and fall back on being saved.
Am I right?
It is such a terrible thing
you have said that...
- I will have to think it over.
-Do.
In the meantime, would you two like to
stop moping and be very useful to me?
- Useful?
- Yes.
A school? What for?
What for? You see these books?
Hundreds of them.
And something wonderful
to read in each and every one.
These nippers are to be cut off
from that forever, are they? Why?
Just because they happen to be born
penniless in an uncivilized country?
- You're right.
- The ordinary children, you mean?
Yes, my dear. The ordinary children
who came into the world by exactly
the same process as you and I.
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