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firmly established the candidate will with luck show up at the appointed time, preferably under own steam and already victualed, or will have telephoned apologies if matters more pressing prevent him/her from doing so. With the words "what can I do?" tumbling from eager lips he/she will be welcomed and shown the corners. Ideally he/she will not gravitate to the bookshelves in corner time, want discourses on vivisection or be an animal lover or ask us to change the name of the Society.
There is no possible escape from the corner work, which like those corners of years long gone must have first attention. Constant unseen, never-ending, repetitious, tedious and time-consuming hard slog corner work is essential to support a setup capable of producing leaflets by the thousand like magic on demand. Submissions to Royalty, Heads of State, Parliamentarians, other organisations and the odd Petition to Parliament. Vast numbers of short replies dashed off at top speed to people who will write back post-haste by return mail - and the spewing at regular intervals of a thousand Mobilise!s into the great black void... The reader will not be bored by descriptions of the pilgrimage of routine papers which must be kept moving through the unclogged machinery.
Without funds, equipment or facilities and bereft of all resources but an unshakable belief in one's cause less than a handful of desperately overworked, unpaid individuals struggle to keep heads above water whilst the animal lovers dally in the delights of their well-kept homes. As interminably long working evenings fall prey to the small hours sleeping time becomes shorter. This dangerously-slight minority toil on as the populace slumbers, in affinity with their kindred spirits who they know for sure are out there burning the midnight oil for their various causes.
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