The Remedy [for The Great Depression] Is

Human Beings Suffer Agonies, And Their Sad Fates Become Legends; Poets Write Verses About Them And Playwrights Compose Dramas, And The Remembrance Of Past Grief Becomes A Source Of Present Pleasure - Such Is The Strange Alchemy Of The Spirit.

It Was All So Very Businesslike That One Watched It Fascinated. It Was Pork-making By Machinery, Pork-making By Applied Mathematics. And Yet Somehow The Most Matter-of-fact Person Could Not Help Thinking Of The Hogs; They Were So Innocent, They Came So Very Trustingly; And They Were So Very Human In Their Protests - And So Perfectly Within Their Rights! They Had Done Nothing To Deserve It; And It Was Adding Insult To Injury, As The Thing Was Done Here, Swinging Them Up In This Cold-blooded, Impersonal Way, Without Pretence At Apology, Without The Homage Of A Tear.

If We Are The Greatest Nation The Sun Ever Shone Upon, It Would Seem To Be Mainly Because We Have Been Able To Goad Our Wage-earners To This Pitch Of Frenzy.

Man Is An Evasive Beast, Given To Cultivating Strange Notions About Himself. He Is Humiliated By His Simian Ancestry, And Tries To Deny His Animal Nature, To Persuade Himself That He Is Not Limited By Its Weaknesses Nor Concerned In Its Fate. And This Impulse May Be Harmless, When It Is Genuine. But What Are We To Say When We See The Formulas Of Heroic Self-deception Made Use Of By Unheroic Self-indulgence?

The Remedy [for The Great Depression] Is To Give The Workers Access To The Means Of Production, And Let Them Produce For Themselves, Not For Others, . . . The American Way.