DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
It's like someone who willingly entered the bed and snuggled under the quilt, under historical conditions under which a warm bed offered the only realistic hope in modern Britain of sheltering the productive energies from the attacks of entropy. Now hours later, under worsening attacks from both the forces of want breakfast, and the forces of full bladder, the bed entryist is reconsidering his position, wondering what will be the right time to leave the refuge of the warm bed, to attempt to reestablish a warm refuge based on a united front of trousers and woolly jumper.
It only needs someone to lay a breakfast maker of revolutionary thought.