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Gadarening, this rushing down the high cliff into the sea, possessed and pursued by the devils of--machinery. But if any man would see how little alarmed he really is--let him ask himself how much of his present mode of existence he is prepared to alter. Altering the modes of other people is delightful; one would have great hope of the future if we had nothing before us but that. The medieval Irishman, in Froude, indicted for burning down the cathedral at Armagh, together with the Archbishop, defended himself thus:
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As for the cathedral, 'tis true I burned it; but indeed an' I wouldn't have, only they told me himself was inside. We are all ready to alter our opponents, if not to burn them. But even if we were as ardent reformers as that Irishman we could hardly force men to live in the open, or take a proud pleasure in their work, or enjoy beauty, or not concentrate themselves on making money. No amount of legislation will make us
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Democracy at present offers the spectacle of a man running down a road followed at a more and more respectful distance by his own soul. I am a democrat, or I should never have dared. For democracy, substitute
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Modern Civilisation, which prides itself on redress after the event, agility in getting out of the holes into which it has snouted, and eagerness to snout into fresh ones. It foresees nothing, and avoids less. It is purely empirical, if one may use such a