Utopia of Usurers and Other Essays eBook

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Timour the Tartar, I think, celebrated some victory with a tower built entirely out of human skulls; perhaps he thought that would reach to heaven.  But there is no cement in such building; the veins and ligaments that hold humanity together have long fallen away; the skulls will roll impotently at a touch; and ten thousand more such trophies could only make the tower taller and crazier.  I think the modern official apparatus of “votes” is very like that tottering monument.  I think the Tartar “counted heads,” like an electioneering agent.  Sometimes when I have seen from the platform of some paltry party meeting the rows and rows of grinning upturned faces, I have felt inclined to say, as the poet does in the “The Vision of Sin”—­“Welcome fellow-citizens, Hollow hearts and empty heads.”

Not that the people were personally hollow or empty, but they had come on a hollow and empty business:  to help the good Mr. Binks to strengthen the Insurance Act against the wicked Mr. Jinks who would only promise to fortify the Insurance Act.  That night it did not blow the democratic gale.  Yet it can blow on these as on others; and when it does blow men learn many things.  I, for one, am not above learning them.

The Marxian dogma which simplifies all conflicts to the Class War is so much nobler a thing than the nose-counting of the parliaments that one must apologise for the comparison.  And yet there is a comparison.  When we used to say that there were so many thousands of Socialists in Germany, we were counting by skulls.  When we said that the majority consisting of Proletarians would be everywhere opposed to the minority, consisting of Capitalists, we were counting by skulls.  Why, yes; if all men’s heads had been cut off from the rest of them, as they were by the good sense and foresight of Timour the Tartar; if they had no hearts or bellies to be moved; no hand that flies up to ward off a weapon, no foot that can feel a familiar soil—­if things were so the Marxian calculation would be not only complete but correct.  As we know to-day, the Marxian calculation is complete, but it is not correct.

Now, this is the answer to the questions of some kind critics, whose actual words I have not within reach at the moment, about whether my democracy meant the rule of the majority over the minority.  It means the rule of the rule—­the rule of the rule over the exception.  When a nation finds a soul it clothes it with a body, and does verily act like one living thing.  There is nothing to be said about those who are out of it, except that they are out of it.  After talking about it in the abstract for decades, this is Democracy, and it is marvellous in our eyes.  It is not the difference between ninetynine persons and a hundred persons; it is one person—­the people.  I do not know or care how many or how few of the Belgians like or dislike the pictures of Wiertz.  They could not be either justified or condemned by a mere majority of Belgians. 

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