human
I should say, Grant, that they'll make trouble to-night. Shouldn't we call out the boys from the Valley, and--
gpt
Men, I know what you fear, he said.
human
You are afraid they will kill me. Why, they can't kill me! All that I am that is worth living is immortal. What difference does it make about this body? His face was still lighted with the glow it wore while he was addressing the court.
gpt
Ten thousand people in the Valley have my faith. And now I know that even this strike is not important. The coming Democracy of Labor is a spiritual caste. And it has been planted in millions of minds. It can never die. It too is immortal. What have guns and ropes and steel bars to do with a vision like this? He threw back his head, his blue eyes blazed and he all but chanted his defiance of material things:
human
What can they do to me, to my faith, to us, to these Valley people, to the millions in the world who see what we see, who know what we know and strive for what we cherish? Don't talk to me about death--there is no death for God's truth. As for this miserable body here--