I Have Too Much Work On My

You Are An Englishman, And Have Subsequently Drawn The Greatest Prize In The Lottery Of Life.

Man Begets, But Land Does Not Beget.

In Order To Save The 40,000,000 Inhabitants Of The United Kingdom From A Bloody Civil War, We Colonial Statesmen Must Acquire New Lands To Settle The Surplus Population, To Provide New Markets. [...] The Empire, As I Have Always Said, Is A Bread And Butter Question.

We Must Find New Lands From Which We Can Easily Obtain Raw Materials And At The Same Time Exploit The Cheap Slave Labor That Is Available From The Natives Of The Colonies. The Colonies Would Also Provide A Dumping Ground For The Surplus Goods Produced In Our Factories.

The Real Fact Is That I Could No Longer Stand Their Eternal Cold Mutton.