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t perceives and understands the self。 When he spoke； speaking was little different from listening。 No conscious will of his own moved him； no selfconsciousness was in him。 The multiple echoes of his voice from distant loudspeakers and the stone fronts of the massive buildings； however； distracted him a little； making him hesitate at times and speak very slowly。 But he never hesitated for words。 He spoke their mind； their being； in their language； though he said no more than he had said out of his own isolation； out of the center of his own being； a long time ago。
〃It is our suffering that brings us together。 It is not love。 Love does not obey the mind； and turns to hate when forced。 The bond that binds us is beyond choice。 We are brothers。 We are brothers in what we share。 In pain； which each of us must suffer alone； in hunger； in poverty； in hope； we know our brotherhood。 We know it； because we have had to learn it。 We know that there is no help for us but from one another； that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand。 And the hand that you reach out is empty； as mine is。 You have nothing。 You possess nothing。 You own nothing。 You are free。 All you have is what you are； and what you give。
〃I am here because you see in me the promise； the promise that we made two hundred years ago in this city — the promise kept。 We have kept it； on Anarres。 We have nothing but our freedom。 We have nothing to give you but your own freedom。 We have no law but the single principle of mutual aid between individuals。 We have no government but the single principle of free association。 We have no states； no nations； no presidents； no premiers； no chiefs； no generals； no bosses； no bankers； no landlords； no wages； no charity； no police； no soldiers； no wars。 Nor do we have much else。 We are sharers； not owners。 We are not prosperous。 None of us is rich。 None of us is powerful。 If it is Anarres you want； if it is the future you seek； then I tell you that you must e to it with empty hands。 You must e to it alone； and naked； as the child es into the
world； into his future； without any past； without any property； wholly dependent on other people for his life。 You cannot take what you have not given； and you must give yourself。 You cannot buy the Revolution。 You cannot make the Revolution。 You can only be the Revolution。 It is in your spirit； or it is nowhere。〃
As he finished speaking the clattering racket of police helicopters drawing near began to drown out his voice。
He stood back from the microphones and looked upward； squinting into the sun。 As many of the crowd did so the movement of their heads and hands was like the passage of wind over a sunlit field of gram。
The noise of the rotating vanes of the machines in the huge stone box of Capitol Square was intolerable； a clacking and yapping like the voice of a monstrous robot。 It drowned out the chatter of the machine guns fired from the helicopters。 Even as the crowd noise rose up in tumult the clack of the helicopters was still audible through it； the mindless yell of weaponry； the meaningless word。
The helicopter fire centered on the people who stood on or nearest the steps of the Directorate。 The columned portico of the building offered immediate refuge to those on the steps； and within moments it was jammed solid。 The noise of the crowd； as people pressed in panic toward the eight streets that led out of Capitol Square； rose up into a wailing like a great wind。 The helicopters were close overhead； but there was no telling whether they had ceased firing or were still firing； the dead and wounded in the crowd were too close pressed to fall。
The bronzesheathed doors of the Directorate gave with a crash that no one heard。 People pressed and trampled toward them to get to shelter； out from under the metal rain。 They pushed by hundreds into the high halls of marble； some cowering down to hide in the first refuge they saw； others pushing on to find a way through the building and out the back； others staying to wreck what they could until the soldiers came。 When they came； marching in their neat black coats up the steps among dead and dying men and women； they found on the high； grey； polished wall of the great foyer a word written at the height of a man's eyes； in broad smears of blood： DOWN
They shot the dead man who lay nearest the word； and later on when the Directorate was restored to order the word was washed off the wall with water； soap； and rags but it remained； it had been spoken； it had meaning。
He realized it was impossible to go any farther with his panion； who was getting weak； beginning to stumble。 There was nowhere to go； except away from Capitol Square。 There was nowhere to stop； either。 The crowd had twice rallied in Mesee Boulevard； trying to present a front to the police； but the army's armored cars came behind the police and drove the people forward； towards Old Town。 The blackcoats had not fired either time； though the noise of guns could be heard on other streets。 The clacking helicopters cruised up and down above the streets； one could not get out from under them。
His panion was breathing in sobs； gulping for air as he struggled along。 Shevek had been halfcarrying him for several blocks； and they were now far behind the main mass of the crowd。 There was no use trying to catch up。 〃Here； sit down here；〃 he told the man； and helped him to sit down on the top step of a basement entry to some kind of warehouse； across the shuttered windows of which the word STRIKE was chalked in huge letters。 He went down to the basement door and tried it； it was locked。 All doors were locked。 Property was private。 He took a piece of paving stone that had e loose from a corner of the steps and smashed the hasp and padlock off the door working neither furtively nor vindictively； but with the assurance of one unlocking his own front door。 He looked in。 The basement was full of crates and empty of people。 He helped his panion down the steps； shut the door behind them； and said； 〃Sit here； lie down if you want。 I'll see if there's water。〃
The place； evidently a chemical warehouse； had a row of washtubs as well as a hose system for fires； Shevek's panion had fainted by the time he got back to him。 He took the opportunity to wash the man's hand with a trickle from the hose and to get a look at his wound。 It was worse than he had thought。 More then one bullet must have struck it； tearing two fingers off and mangling the palm and wrist。 Shards of splintered bone stuck out like toothpicks。 The man had been standing near Shevek and Maedda when the helicopters began firing and； hit； had lurched against Shevek； grabbing at him for support。
Shevek had kept an arm around him all through the escape through the Directorate； two could keep afoot better than one in the first wild press。
He did what he could to stop the bleeding with a tourniquet and to bandage； or at least cover； the destroyed hand； and he got the man to drink some water。 He did not know his name； by his white armband he was a Socialist Worker； he looked to be about Shevek's age forty； or a little older。
At the mills in Southwest Shevek had seen men hurt much worse than this in accidents and had learned that people may endure and survive incredibly much in the way of gross injury and pain。 But there they had been looked after。 There had been a surgeon to amputate； plasma to pensate blood loss； a bed to lie down in。
He sat down on the floor beside the man； who now lay semiconscious in shock； and looked around at the stacks of crates； the long dark afleys between them； the whitish gleam of daylight from the barred window slits along the front wall； the white streaks of saltpeter on the ceiling； the tracks of workmen's boots and dolly wheels on the dusty cement floor。 One hour hundreds of thousands of people singing under the open sky； the next hour two men hiding in a basement。
〃You are contemptible；〃 Shevek said in Pravic to his panion。 〃You cannot keep doors open。 You will never be free。〃 He felt the man's forehead gently； it was cold and sweaty。 He loosened the tourniquet for a while； then got up； crossed the murky basement to the door； and went up onto the street。 The fleet of armored cars had p
