Epilogue.

There was a rude man standing at the back of the hall who looked over my shoulder when I was making a few notes. At the top of the page were the words "37 youths." He seemed not to like that, and made uncouth noises indicative of disagreement or disapproval. We had to tell him that we expected our own affairs to remain our own. Wasn't that what the Nationalist Party said? It turned out later that he knew all about that because he was well up in the Nationalist Party. Still, apparently he didn't think much of that idea of letting your own affairs remain your own. Only sometimes.