Keeping the Working Man Down

Recently I stumbed across an old copy of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle. Having never read it I picked it up. I am about a third of the way into it. Yesterday I came home from work to find that Bean had ripped the cover off and tried to tear pages out before Kate stopped her. I guess Bean didn't want me to learn about the plight of the working man.

"You fascist." I said to her.

"No! You fascist!" She screamed back at me.

Now that we have a fireplace I am going to have to start watching for my Orwell among the cinders...

Take that, Papa!