And it's human to be wanting to mak' siccar that the wife and the bairns will be all richt if a man dees before his time.
And then, we're a' used to certain things.

We tak' them for granted.
We're sae used to them, they're sae muckle a part o' oor lives, that we canna think o' them as lacking.

And yet--wadna many o' them be lost if things were changed so greatly and sae suddenly as those who talk like the Bolsheviki wad be havin' them?
I'm a' for the plain man.

It's him I can talk wi'; it's him I understand, and who understands me.

It's him I see in the audience, wi' his wife, and his bairns, maybe.