The short academic day was over. Mick O’Rorke and the rest of the Department had drifted down to the riverside pub where many students and staff foregathered on summer evenings. The other members of the Department were there, however, in an effort to display their proletarian credentials. They sat in a fairly tight circle, not exactly excluding Mick, the only non-party-line voter, and notoriously so, among them, but not exactly welcoming him either. Certainly they were not going to be see…
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