George Orwell – “Coming Up for Air”

We’re all bought, and what’s more, we’re bought with our own money. Every one of these poor towntrodden bastards, sweating his guts out to pay twice the proper house for a brick dolls’ house that’s called Belle Vue because there’s no view and the bell doesn’t ring – every one of these poor suckers would die on the filed of battle to save his country of Bolshevism.