Chapter 48
“But mark my words,” Levin said, very seriously. “The Natives around here, they’re catching on, and back in the city, the pot is boiling over. People are tired of being lied to. The working class is organizing itself, and all around the world, something is stewing. Since the market crashed, it’s been bad news from wall to wall, but that can’t last. It won’t last. Human nature, you’ll see.”
“Are you talking about war?” Novak was interested now. “The Germans―”
“No, not just war, but social upheaval. The French against the English. Poor against rich. Boss against employee. Usagainst Warden Cooke. I’m talking about the clashing of ideas. I’m talking about the awakening of the masses.”
A guard blew his whistle and they all looked up. They’d been hanging on Levin’s every word.
They stood and gathered their plates, shuffling slowly to the doors.