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Moriarty, closing the door of Garryowen's box 

 and taking his seat on a bucket. " You're wan of 

 thim that b 'laves every man is born equal and we 

 should all share alike. D'you mane to tell me 

 that now? " 



Mr Piper, led on to his favourite topic, expanded, 

 taking his seat on the edge of an old bin by the 

 stable door. 



" So," said Moriarty, " thim's your opinions? 

 A big puddin', and every man wid a plate and 

 spoon. And who, may I ax, is to make the 

 puddin', and who's to wash the plates? " 



Mr Piper explained that every man would help 

 to make the pudding, and every man would wash 

 his own plate. 



" And s'pose," said Moriarty, " one chap takes 

 a double helpin' before his turn, or cracks his 

 plate over another chap's head? " 



Mr Piper explained that every man would be 

 equally ungreedy and equally well disposed to 

 his neighbour. 



" And where are you going to get thim men? " 

 asked the tireless Moriarty. " And, see here, 

 they're not going to be all men, unless you smother 

 the women. And, droppin' the puddin', for the 

 sake of argument, and comin' to the question of 

 bunnets, d'you think one woman is going to be 

 content wid as good a bunnet as her next-door 

 neighbour and the same price? D'you think 

 Mrs Moriarty won't be sayin' to her husband, 

 * Mick, you blackguard, why don't you stir your 



