‘What’s more Tina,’ she suddenly pulled free of Tina, and holding her arms she was shouting above the rattling music, ‘I laughed at him, and I laughed at him because Henry laughed at him because his bloody father scorned him, because she was a pathetic dutiful wife with no bloody brain. But society also smirked and sneered at him. Tina, because, well you tell me Tina, does society have a brain which is not controlled by the interests of those industrialists who happen to have the self-interest to say back to society that you need is to do this, and you need to do that, and don’t think you're walking anywhere near here.’

About the Author: “I have this burning desire to get under the skin of humanity. Establish some order to understand a framework, if such a structure exists, of man’s individual behaviour which puts him in conflict with his fellow Man, with God, works with the Devil, always with a magnet working for him and still against him, until, rational behaviour is irrational and he becomes…….what he becomes I write about.” Conrad Birch, English poet, photographer, writer and entrepreneur. Lover of India, living in London.

• Paperback: 120 pages
• Publisher: White Falcon Publishing ; 1 edition (2019)
• Author: Conrad Birch
• ISBN-13: 9789388459693
• Product Dimensions:  12.7 x 0.2 x 20.3 cm

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