The Whole Art Of The Political Speech

The Old Freedom Sufficiently Survives In The Mind Of The Wage Earner To Give Him The Illusion That, While Accepting Insurance And Maintenance From The Capitalist State, He Can Still Be A Full Citizen. He Thinks He Can Have His Cake And Eat It Too. He Is Mistaken. The Great Capitalists Who Procured These Regulations From The Politicians Knew What They Were At. They Were Catching Their Proletariat In A Net, And Now They Hold It Fast.

It Seems To Be Saying Perpetually; 'i Am The End Of The Nineteenth Century; I Am Glad They Built Me Of Iron; Let Me Rust.' ... It Is Like A Passing Fool In A Crowd Of The University, A Buffoon In The Hall; For All The Things In Paris Has Made, It Alone Has Neither Wits Nor Soul.

It Has Been Discovered That With A Dull Urban Population, All Formed Under A Mechanical System Of State Education, A Suggestion Or Command, However Senseless And Unreasoned, Will Be Obeyed If It Be Sufficiently Repeated.

Torture Will Give A Dozen Pence Or More To Keep A Drab From Bawling At His Door. The Public Taste Is Quite A Different Thing Torture Is Positively Paid To Sing.

Physicians Of The Utmost Fame, Were Called At Once; But When They Came They Answered, As They Took Their Fees, 'there Is No Cure For This Disease.'