An Institute Run With Such

Money Gives Me Pleasure All The Time.

The Worship Of The Nation Has Been Able To Make Men Tolerate Under Its Authority What They Could Never Have Tolerated From Princes: A Submission To Rule, Which, Through Sumptuary Laws On Food And Drink, Through Conscription, Through A Cast-iron System Of Compulsory Instruction For All On State Ordered Lines, And Through A State Examination At The Gate Of Every Profession, Has Almost Killed The Citizen's Power To React Upon That Which Controls Him, And Has Almost Destroyed That Variety Which Is The Mark Of Life.

The Tender Evenlode That Makes Her Meadows Hush To Hear The Sound Of Waters Mingling In The Brakes, And Binds My Heart To English Ground. A Lovely River, All Alone, She Lingers In The Hills And Holds A Hundred Little Towns Of Stone, Forgotten In The Western Wolds.

Such Are The Mass Of The Supporters Of Either Party. They Derive Their Political Opinions Originally From Some Family Tradition Or Some Fanciful Preference, But They Back Them With All The Passion Of Sportsmen. In A Vague Subconscious Way They Know It Is A Game, But They Happen To Enjoy Playing The Game.

In Soft Deluding Lies Let Fools Delight. A Shadow Marks Our Days, Which End In Night.