The Old Wanderlust Had Gotten

Man Is An Evasive Beast, Given To Cultivating Strange Notions About Himself.

They Were The Triumphant And Insolent Possessors; They Had A Hall, And A Fire, And Food And Clothing And Money, And So They Might Preach To Hungry Men, And The Hungry Men Must Be Humble And Listen. They Were Trying To Save Their Souls- And Who But A Fool Could Fail To See That All That Was The Matter With Their Souls Was That They Had Not Managed To Get A Decent Existence For Their Bodies?

When The Masters Of Industry Pay Such Sums For A Newspaper, They Buy Not Merely The Building And The Presses And The Name; They Buy What They Call The "good-will"- That Is, They Buy You. And They Proceed To Change Your Whole Psychology - Everything That You Believe About Life. You Might Object To It, If You Knew; But They Do Their Work So Subtly That You Never Guess What Is Happening To You!

It Was All So Very Businesslike That One Watched It Fascinated. It Was Pork-making By Machinery, Pork-making By Applied Mathematics. And Yet Somehow The Most Matter-of-fact Person Could Not Help Thinking Of The Hogs; They Were So Innocent, They Came So Very Trustingly; And They Were So Very Human In Their Protests - And So Perfectly Within Their Rights! They Had Done Nothing To Deserve It; And It Was Adding Insult To Injury, As The Thing Was Done Here, Swinging Them Up In This Cold-blooded, Impersonal Way, Without Pretence At Apology, Without The Homage Of A Tear.

Through Fasting. . .i Have Found A Perfect Health, A New State Of Existence, A Feeling Of Purity And Happiness, Something Unknown To Humans.