And Ford’s Day celebrations, and Community Sings, and Solidarity Services.
Above it, a hundred to each floor, were the seven thousand rooms used by Solidarity Groups for their fortnight services.
"A good beginning for a Solidarity Service," thought Bernard miserably, and foresaw for himself yet another failure to achieve atonement.
The group was now complete, the solidarity circle perfect and without flaw.
Then to the accompaniment of the synthetic orchestra the First Solidarity Hymn was sung.
The Second Solidarity Hymn was sung.
Lifting his hand, the President gave a signal; the chorus broke out into the third Solidarity Hymn.
For the Solidarity Service had given as well as taken, drawn off only to replenish.
It reminded her reassuringly of the synthetic noises made at Solidarity Services and Ford’s Day celebrations.
The President stood up, made the sign of the T and, switching on the synthetic music, let loose the soft indefatigable beating of drums and a choir of instruments–near-wind and super-string–that plangently repeated and repeated the brief and unescapably haunting melody of the first Solidarity Hymn.
It’s just a Solidarity Service hymn.
§ 2 ALTERNATE Thursdays were Bernard’s Solidarity Service days.
There are no more uses of "solidarity" in the book.