For no good reason, I remembered this today

[metrocentric]

It was one of those awkwardly wet days; in trying to jam something into one of my pockets I had managed to cut my thumb. My hands are soft, you understand: when the Revolution comes it will be evident by my silky palms that I am not a Worker

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[that]

She was probably thinking of the "I gots me them ain't got no sticking plaster on the way to Drottningtorget" blues, as sung by Blind Willie Svensson.