The man who walks in his sleep ignores the flesh and all its
wonderful play of muscle, joint, and nerve. He feels that there is
something godlike in the mysterious deeps of his being, denies his
relationship with the brute, and proceeds to go forth into the world
and express by deeds that something godlike within him.
He sits at a desk and chases dollars through the weeks and months and
years of his life. To him the life godlike resolves into a problem
something like this: SINCE THE GREAT MASS OF MEN TOIL AT PRODUCING
WEALTH, HOW BEST CAN HE GET BETWEEN THE GREAT MASS OF MEN AND THE
WEALTH THEY PRODUCE, AND GET A SLICE FOR HIMSELF? With tremendous
exercise of craft, deceit, and guile, he devotes his life godlike to
this purpose. As he succeeds, his somnambulism grows profound. He
bribes legislatures, buys judges, "controls" primaries, and then goes
and hires other men to tell him that it is all glorious and right.
And the funniest thing about it is that this arch-deceiver believes
all that they tell him.
Pages:
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57