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tone centre spreads its power； the Nation leaps to life； civilisation springs from leisure； no longer is each man's life devoted to his mere animal necessities。 The artificer； the thinkerhis fellows shall protect him。 Socrates dreams； Phidias carves the marble； while Pericles maintains the law and Leonidas holds the Barbarian at bay。 Europe annexes piece by piece the dark places of the earth； gives to them her laws。 The Empire swallows the small State； Russia stretches her arm round Asia。 In London we toast the union of the English…speaking peoples； in Berlin and Vienna we rub a salamander to the deutscher Bund； in Paris we whisper of a communion of the Latin races。 In great things so in small。 The stores； the huge Emporium displaces the small shopkeeper； the Trust amalgamates a hundred firms； the Union speaks for the worker。 The limits of country； of language； are found too narrow for the new Ideas。 German； American； or Englishlet what yard of coloured cotton you choose float from the mizzenmast； the business of the human race is their captain。 One hundred and fifty years ago old Sam Johnson waited in a patron's anteroom； today the entire world invites him to growl his table talk the while it takes its dish of tea。 The poet； the novelist； speak in twenty languages。 Nationalityit is the County Council of the future。 The world's high roads run turnpike…free from pole to pole。 One would be blind not to see the goal towards which we are rushing。 At the outside it is but a generation or two off。 It is one huge murmuring Hiveone universal Hive just the size of the round earth。 The bees have been before us； they have solved the riddle towards which we in darkness have been groping。
The Old Maid shuddered visibly。 〃What a terrible idea！〃 she said。
〃To us；〃 replied the Minor Poet； 〃not to those who will come after us。 The child dreads manhood。 To Abraham； roaming the world with his flocks； the life of your modern City man； chained to his office from ten to four； would have seemed little better than penal servitude。〃
〃My sympathies are with the Abrahamitical ideal；〃 observed the Philosopher。
〃Mine also；〃 agreed the Minor Poet。 〃But neither you nor I represent the tendency of the age。 We are its curiosities。 We； and such as we； serve as the brake regulating the rate of progress。 The genius of species shows itself moving in the direction of the organised communityall life welded together； controlled by one central idea。 The individual worker is drawn into the factory。 Chippendale today would have been employed sketching designs； the chair would have been put together by fifty workers； each one trained to perfection in his own particular department。 Why does the hotel； with its five hundred servants； its catering for three thousand mouths； work smoothly； while the desirable family residence； with its two or three domestics； remains the scene of waste； confusion； and dispute？ We are losing the talent of living alone； the instinct of living in communities is driving it out。〃
〃So much the worse for the community；〃 was the comment of the Philosopher。 〃Man； as Ibsen has said； will always be at his greatest when he stands alone。 To return to our friend Abraham； surely he； wandering in the wilderness； talking with his God； was nearer the ideal than the modern citizen； thinking with his morning paper； applauding silly shibboleths from a theatre pit； guffawing at coarse jests； one of a music…hall crowd？ In the community it is the lowest always leads。 You spoke just now of all the world inviting Samuel Johnson to its dish of tea。 How many read him as compared to the number of subscribers to the Ha'penny Joker？ This 'thinking in communities；' as it is termed； to what does it lead？ To mafficking and Dreyfus scandals。 What crowd ever evolved a noble idea？ If Socrates and Galileo； Confucius and Christ had 'thought in communities；' the world would indeed be the ant…hill you appear to regard as its destiny。〃
〃In balancing the books of life one must have regard to both sides of the ledger；〃 responded the Minor Poet。 〃A crowd； I admit； of itself creates nothing； on the other hand； it receives ideals into its bosom and gives them needful shelter。 It responds more readily to good than to evil。 What greater stronghold of virtue than your sixpenny gallery？ Your burglar； arrived fresh from jumping on his mother； finds himself applauding with the rest stirring appeals to the inborn chivalry of man。 Suggestion that it was right or proper under any circumstances to jump upon one's mother he would at such moment reject with horror。 'Thinking in communities' is good for him。 The hooligan； whose patriotism finds expression in squirting dirty water into the face of his coster sweetheart： the boulevardiere； primed with absinth； shouting 'Conspuez les Juifs！' the motive force stirring them in its origin was an ideal。 Even into making a fool of itself； a crowd can be moved only by incitement of its finer instincts。 The service of Prometheus to mankind must not be judged by the statistics of the insurance office。 The world as a whole has gained by community； will attain its goal only through community。 From the nomadic savage by the winding road of citizenship we have advanced far。 The way winds upward still； hidden from us by the mists； but along its tortuous course lies our track into the Promised Land。 Not the development of the individualthat is his own concernbut the uplifting of the race would appear to be the law。 The lonely great ones； they are the shepherds of the flockthe servants； not the masters of the world。 Moses shall die and be buried in the wilderness； seeing only from afar the resting…place of man's tired feet。 It is unfortunate that the Ha'penny Joker and its kind should have so many readers。 Maybe it teaches those to read who otherwise would never read at all。 We are impatient； forgetting that the coming and going of our generations are but as the swinging of the pendulum of Nature's clock。 Yesterday we booked our seats for gladiatorial shows； for the burning of Christians； our windows for Newgate hangings。 Even the musical farce is an improvement upon thatat least； from the humanitarian point of view。〃
〃In the Southern States of America；〃 observed the Philosopher； sticking to his guns； 〃they run excursion trains to lynching exhibitions。 The bull…fight is spreading to France； and English newspapers are advocating the reintroduction of bear…baiting and cock…fighting。 Are we not moving in a circle？〃
〃The road winds； as I have allowed；〃 returned the Minor Poet； 〃the gradient is somewhat steep。 Just now； maybe； we are traversing a backward curve。 I gain my faith by pausing now and then to look behind。 I see the weary way with many a downward sweep。 But we are climbing； my friend； we are climbing。〃
〃But to such a very dismal goal； according to your theory；〃 grumbled the Old Maid。 〃I should hate to feel myself an insect in a hive； my little round of duties apportioned to me； my every action regulated by a fixed law； my place assigned to me； my very food and drink； I suppose； apportioned to me。 Do think of something more cheerful。〃
The Minor Poet laughed。 〃My dear lady；〃 he replied； 〃it is too late。 The thing is already done。 The hive already covers us； the cells are in building。 Who leads his own life？ Who is master of himself？ What can you do but live according to your income in； I am sure； a very charming little cell； buzz about your little world with your cheerful； kindly song； helping these your fellow insects here； doing day by day the useful offices apportioned to you by your temperament and means； seeing the same faces； treading ever the same narrow circle？ Why do I write poetry？ I am not to blame。 I must live。 It is the only thing I can do。 Why does one man live and die upon the treeless rocks of Iceland； another labour in the vineyards of the Apennines？ Why does one woman make matches； ride in a van to Epping Forest； drink gin； and change hats with her lover on the homeward journey； another pant through a dinner…party and half a dozen receptions every night from March to June； rush from country house to fashionable Continental resort from July to February； dress as she is instructed by her milliner； say the smart things that are expected of her？ Who would be a sweep or a chaperon； were all roads free？ Who is it succeeds in escaping the law of the hive？ The loafer； the tramp。 On the other hand； who is the man we respect and envy？ The man who works for the community； the public…spirited man； as we call him； the unselfish man； the man who labours for the labour's sake and not for the profit； devoting his days and nights to learning Nature's secrets； to acquiring knowledge useful to the race。 Is he not the happiest； the man who has conquered his own sordid desires； who gives himself to the public good？ The hive was founded in dark days before man knew； it has been built according to false laws。 This man will have a cell bigger than any other cell； all the other little men shall envy him； a thousand fellow…crawling mites shall slave for him； wear out their lives in wretchedness for him and him alone； all their honey they shall bring to him； he shall gorge