In The Twilight, It Was A Vision

The Private Control Of Credit Is The Modern Form Of Slavery.

It Is The Music Which Makes It What It Is; It Is The Music Which Changes The Place From The Rear Room Of A Saloon In Back Of The Yards To A Fairy Place, A Wonderland, A Little Comer Of The High Mansions Of The Sky.

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.

If We Are The Greatest Nation The Sun Ever Shone Upon, It Would Seem To Be Mainly Because We Have Been Able To Goad Our Wage-earners To This Pitch Of Frenzy.

All Truly Great Art Is Optimistic. The Individual Artist Is Happy In His Creative Work. The Fact That Practically All Great Art Is Tragic Does Not In Any Way Change The Above Thesis.