It Is Foolish To Be

Man Is An Evasive Beast, Given To Cultivating Strange Notions About Himself. He Is Humiliated By His Simian Ancestry, And Tries To Deny His Animal Nature, To Persuade Himself That He Is Not Limited By Its Weaknesses Nor Concerned In Its Fate. And This Impulse May Be Harmless, When It Is Genuine. But What Are We To Say When We See The Formulas Of Heroic Self-deception Made Use Of By Unheroic Self-indulgence?

All Day Long This Man Would Toil Thus, His Whole Being Centered Upon The Purpose Of Making Twenty-three Instead Of Twenty-two And A Half Cents An Hour; And Then His Product Would Be Reckoned Up By The Census Taker, And Jubilant Captains Of Industry Would Boast Of It In Their Banquet Halls, Telling How Our Workers Are Nearly Twice As Efficient As Those Of Any Other Country. If We Are The Greatest Nation The Sun Ever Shone Upon, It Would Seem To Be Mainly Because We Have Been Able To Goad Our Wage-earners To This Pitch Of Frenzy.

The Old Wanderlust Had Gotten Into His Blood, The Joy Of The Unbound Life, The Joy Of Seeking, Of Hoping Without Limit.

American Journalism Is A Class Institution, Serving The Rich And Spurning The Poor.

The First Thing Brought Forth By The Study Of Any Religion, Ancient Or Modern, Is That It Is Based Upon Fear, Born Of It, Fed By It — And That It Cultivates The Source From Which Its Nourishment Is Derived.