Don't wonder too long, watso. It'll be, fetters to the work bench, beneath which will be a potty for "elemental relief," light by candle strapped to your forehead, fines for not making "The Quota," or for being late, a fat overseer walking up and down the benches cracking his thick and well oiled whip and constantly shouting you to hurry up, another fat man at the front, beating an ever faster beat on a huge drum and a prayer of gratitude to your god at the end of your endless shift! Thank god, you'll be saying, for living here in this great country called Eurasia!
