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Doubleday, Page., 1913 - 145 pages
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Page 21 - Chwe diwrnod y gweithi" — isn't it written? But, of course, that don't count to-day. GWEN [pouring out a cup of tea]. Ah, yes! It isn't like it was, when we'd have to bring the benches out of the vestry on a Sunday night. [Giving the cup of tea to her husband that he may pass it on.] Take you this in your hand by there now, Isaac Pugh. PUGH. Well, indeed now, I didn't want it. But since you're so kind [He takes the tea and stirs it with vigor.
Page 4 - There are five ordinary kitchen chairs, usually arranged in the following way — one a little down stage from the window, one near the parlor door, one near the kitchen door, and one on each side of the dresser. There is also a high-backed wooden armchair. In the middle of the room stands an old-fashioned round table, covered with a faded red cloth. At the back, one on each side of the dresser, are pictures of Gladstone and CH Spurgeon. In other places are pictures of Henry Richard and some of the...
Page 51 - I'll tell you why. There's been one long, slow self-sacrifice; and the world needs sacrifice as much as it needs laughter. Don't be hard on him, boys, because he doesn't look at things with your eyes. He can't help himself any more than you. He belongs to the old valley. At heart he's of the agricultural class — slow, stolid, and conservative. You, Lewis, you're of a different kind altogether — you've grown up in modern industry, with no roots in the soil. That's why you're a rebel.
Page 34 - And there on Bryndu stands the pit that is your master. From the cradle to the grave it's been holding you in the hollow of its hand. The food you eat, the clothes you wear, the bed you lie in — it's master of them all, aay, almost of the very souls within you! When it gives, it gives with grudging, and, when it gives no more, sooner or later you've got to tighten your belt and see the sorrow writing deep on the faces of the women. But it's not going on forever, I tell you; and all the cowardice...
Page 50 - I've been on my back, outside life altogether, thinking and looking on. It's all very well for you, Lewis LEWIS [with protest]. All very well for me? GWILYM. Yes. It's quite all right for you. You're on the winning side. You've got the great ally LEWIS. What ally? GWILYM. Time; and in your heart you know it. You've only got to wait, and you'll win. But the old brigade can only see that they're losing, and they're bewildered, pressed on all sides by things that they don't understand. If they argue...
Page 20 - It's men like him are the curse of South Wales to-day. Who is he, I'd like to know, that he, should be made a proper "god" of? I've been in the valley here now for sixty years. I remember Aberpandy before ever the Powell-Griffiths sank the first pit, and the sheep of Pandy Farm were grazing quiet where the Bryndu Pit is now.
Page 34 - If that's part of the New Gospel you talk about LEWIS. Aay, that's part of it! There are terms on which it's cowardly to live, and those are the terms on which you and the like of you are living. You may be satisfied with slavery; but we are not PUGH.
Page 47 - I've met five or six fellows who think that, too. GWILYM [looking at him more closely]. Oh! JOHN HENRY. Say what you like, it's got a place for joy and beauty SAM. 'Arf a mow! Yer've never bin ter Spine [Spain], 'ave yer?
Page xix - HUGHES Twm Powell WILLIAM HOPKINS Jinnie Pugh DORIS OWEN Lizzie, Ann, a Poor Relation . . . ELEANOR DANIELS Play produced by Tom Owen Ar arferion Cymru gynt Newid ddaeth o rod i rod; Mae cciihcdlacth wedi mynd, A chenhedlaeth wedi dod.
Page 32 - ... think we are going to lose our sleep over Jones of Dowlais or Thomas Llanstephan? There's another kind of fight going on here, if you only knew it. Labor and Capital are at grips, always, always! Whether we're working or whether we're striking, we're fighting that battle, day by day and hour by hour. And you're not in the fighting line. You're prisoners of the past.

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