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Don't Use That Foreign Word: Ideals. We Have The Excellent Native Word: Lies.

Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines. There Must Be Ghosts All The Country Over, As Thick As The Sand Of The Sea.... We Are, One And All, So Pitifully Afraid Of The Light.

I'm Inclined To Think We Are All Ghosts-every One Of Us. It's Not Just What We Inherit From Our Mothers And Fathers That Haunts Us. Its All Kinds Of Old Defunct Theories, All Sorts Of Old Defunct Beliefs, And Things Like That.

Bigger Things Than The State Will Fall, All Religion Will Fall.

I Am Sticking As Closely To My Subject As I Can; For My Subject Is Precisely This, That It Is The Masses, The Majority