of man in order to make his nature material as their own?  What kind of a world would it be if this mechanism should seize the human race entire, and if the peoples, instead of raising themselves to a richer and more harmonious diversity, as persons may do, were to fall into the uniformity of things?  What kind of a society would that be which should mechanically obey a word of command mechanically transmitted; which should rule its science and its conscience in accordance therewith; and which should lose, along with the sense of justice, the power to discern between truth and falsehood?  What would mankind be when brute force should hold the place of moral force?  What new barbarism, this time final, would arise from these conditions to stifle feeling, ideas, and the whole civilization of which the old barbarism contained the germ?  What would happen, in short, if the moral effort of humanity should turn in its tracks at the moment of attaining its goal, and if some diabolical contrivance should cause it to produce the mechanization of spirit instead of the spiritualization of matter?  There was a people predestined to try the experiment.  Prussia had been militarized by her kings; Germany had been militarized by Prussia; a powerful nation was on the spot marching forward in mechanical order.  Administration and military mechanism were only waiting to make alliance with industrial mechanism.  The combination once made, a formidable machine would come into existence.  A touch upon the starting-gear and the other nations would be dragged in the wake of Germany, subjects to the same movement, prisoners of the same mechanism.  Such would be the meaning of the war on the day when Germany should decide upon its declaration.

She decided, he will continue, but the result was very different from what had been predicted.  For the moral forces, which were to submit to the forces of matter by their side, suddenly revealed themselves as creators of material force.  A simple idea, the heroic conception which a small people had formed of its honour, enabled it to make head against a powerful empire.  At the cry of outraged justice we saw, moreover, in a nation which till then had trusted in its fleet, one million, two millions of soldiers suddenly rise from the earth.  A yet greater miracle:  in a nation thought to be mortally divided against itself all became brothers in the space of a day.  From that moment the issue of the conflict was not open to doubt.  On the one side, there was force spread out on the surface; on the other, there was force in the depths.  On one side, mechanism, the manufactured article which cannot repair its own injuries; on the other, life, the power of creation which makes and remakes itself at every instant.  On one side, that which uses itself up; on the other, that which does not use itself up.