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Industrial Unionist, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 November 1913, Page 4

—A scab is so minute a thing that it compares with an atom as a candle to the sun; so small intellectually that an ordinary hen towers above it as Shakespeare over the average labour politician; so mean that the divorce detective, the hangman, the procurer and the professional prisoner is above him morally as the top of Eiffel Tower is above a toadstool. The scab is the electron of ethical littleness.