But a labourer was worked out or broken down at
forty-five or fifty. I had been in the cellar of society, and I did
not like the place as a habitation. The pipes and drains were
unsanitary, and the air was bad to breathe. If I could not live on
the parlour floor of society, I could, at any rate, have a try at the
attic. It was true, the diet there was slim, but the air at least
was pure. So I resolved to sell no more muscle, and to become a
vendor of brains.
Then began a frantic pursuit of knowledge. I returned to California
and opened the books. While thus equipping myself to become a brain
merchant, it was inevitable that I should delve into sociology.
There I found, in a certain class of books, scientifically
formulated, the simple sociological concepts I had already worked out
for myself. Other and greater minds, before I was born, had worked
out all that I had thought and a vast deal more. I discovered that I
was a socialist.
The socialists were revolutionists, inasmuch as they struggled to
overthrow the society of the present, and out of the material to
build the society of the future.
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