They were a phalanx, he and his fellow Essex postgraduates. They faced outwards, together. They faced Britain, faced the forces of capital with their shelds locked together, and their spears poking out. And isn't that what we'll be doing today: facing the forces of capital with our shields locked together. With our spears poking out!
Shoulder to shoulder: that's how we must stand, W. says. Sharing the risk equally. Each sustaining each other's courage. Each holding each other's place in the line of battle …
No one will break the phalanx. – 'Not even you, fat boy!' No breach will be opened, so long as we all stand firm. And the enemy will hear our battle cry. Capitalism will hear our battle cry: pallasch, pallasch, pallasch!
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