A liberal intelligentsia is lacking. Bully-worship, under various disguises, has become a universal , and such truisms as that a machine- is still a machine-gun even when a "good" man is squeezing the trigger … have turned into heresies which it is actually becomingto utter. .
He is laughing, with a touch ofin his , but no triumph, no malignity. It is theof a man who is always fighting against something, but who fights in the open and is not frightened, the face of a man who is generously angry — in other words, of a nineteenth-century liberal, a free intelligence, a type hated with equal hatred by all the smelly little orthodoxies which are now contending for our . .
To the well-fed it seems cowardly to complain of tight boots, because the well-fed live in a different world-a world where, if your boots are tight, you can change them; their minds are not warped by petty discomfort. But below a certain income the petty crowds the large out of existence; one's preoccupation is not withor , but with bad , hard beds, drudgery and the sack.is impossible to a poor man in a cold country and even his active thoughts will go in more or less sterile complaint. .
In England, a century of stronghas developed whatcalled the stern and ruggedof the police to a point where any public protest seems an indecency. But in France everyone can remember a certain amount of civil disturbance, and even the workmen in the bistros talk of la revolution — meaning the next revolution, not the last one. The highly socialised modern mind, which makes a kind of composite god out of the rich, the government, the police and the larger newspapers, has not been developed — at least not yet. .
There is a geographical element in all belief-saying what seem profound truths in India have a way of seeming enormous platitudes in England, and vice versa. Perhaps the fundamental difference is that beneath a tropical sun individuality seems less distinct and the loss of it less important. .
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of , and have not , I am become as a sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of , and understand all , and all ; and though I have all , so that I could remove , and have not money, I am . And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not money, it profiteth me nothing. Money suffereth long, and is kind; money envieth not; money vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. ... And now abideth , hope, money, these three; but the greatest of these is money. .
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