A nation of shopkeepers -- Food of the gods -- Wretched little victims of the workhouses -- They did not show us any mercy -- Absolutely pure, therefore the best -- Chocolate that could melt in the mouth -- Machinery creates wealth but destroys men -- Money seems to disappear like magic -- Chocolate empires -- I'll stake everything on chocolate! -- Great wealth is not to be desired -- A serpentine and malevolent cocoa magnate -- The chocolate man's utopia -- That monstrous trade in flesh and blood -- God could have created us sinless -- This company isn't big enough for both of us -- I pray for snickers -- American tanks were on the lawn -- The quaker voice could still be heard -- They'd sell for 20p -- Gone. And it was so easy.
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