There I am content to
labour, crowbar in hand, shoulder to shoulder with intellectuals,
idealists, and class-conscious working-men, getting a solid pry now
and again and setting the whole edifice rocking. Some day, when we
get a few more hands and crowbars to work, we'll topple it over,
along with all its rotten life and unburied dead, its monstrous
selfishness and sodden materialism. Then we'll cleanse the cellar
and build a new habitation for mankind, in which there will be no
parlour floor, in which all the rooms will be bright and airy, and
where the air that is breathed will be clean, noble, and alive.
Such is my outlook. I look forward to a time when man shall progress
upon something worthier and higher than his stomach, when there will
be a finer incentive to impel men to action than the incentive of to-
day, which is the incentive of the stomach. I retain my belief in
the nobility and excellence of the human. I believe that spiritual
sweetness and unselfishness will conquer the gross gluttony of to-
day.
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