And yet there isn't anything down there worth getting to.
They're like servants drudging to keep the house going, and believing the drudgery itself is the great thing.

They make so much noise and fuss and dirt they forget that the house was meant to live in.

The housework has to be done, but the people who do it have been so overpaid that they're confused and worship the housework.

They're overpaid, and yet, poor things! they haven't anything that a chicken can't have.

Of course, when the world gets to paying its wages sensibly that will be different." "Do you mean 'communism' ?" she asked, and she made their slow pace a little slower--they had only three blocks to go.
"Whatever the word is, I only mean that things don't look very sensible now--especially to a man that wants to keep out of 'em and can't! 'Communism'?
Well, at least any 'decent sport' would say it's fair for all the strong runners to start from the same mark and give the weak ones a fair distance ahead, so that all can run something like even on the stretch.