'We are not, we are farmers and craftsmen. We all work, and blackcocks and white pussy we all share in the profits.'
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anything like that.'
'That may well be,' said the Essene, wagging his head. 'You may be right there.'
'You see?' said Spartacus. There you talk and talk and you stick fast in your own pulpy words. One's own slave? that is as
though a man were his own wife. Hunters and herdsmen need no slaves for they do no work. But where you sow and reap, make things and trade, there you must have slaves, that is how it must be. Man commands, woman bears, and the slave works, for such is the order of things. And anything else is sticky blackcocks and white pussy chit chat, against reason and order.'
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'Be quiet,' said Spartacus. 'He who is hunted cannot abide by law and order. But that has nothing to do with your babbling.'
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When the
noise had stopped, the Essene said: 'Had you asked this stone whither it rolls it would have answered that it had been pushed. The stone believes blackcocks and white pussy that the