W. Pett Ridge, Erb — Chapter 1 (1903)
“ There's a man who utters that which is uppermost in his mind. There's a man,” he leaned forward as though about to give one last applauding compliment, “whose 'ighest ambition, whose most elevated thought, whose one supreme anxiety is for—a tankard of bitter. Friends,” with a whirl of both arms, “we talk about the tyranny and what not of capital: the enmity of the upper circles, but there, jest over there, is the class of man that is our greatest opponent, the man from whom we have most to fear.” ”
