It is no longer "Us against the world!" but
"Me against my fellow-citizens!" It is the last word of the
intercivic war in its most hideous avatar. Look how it scars the
fair face of our common country with its antisocial notice-boards,
"Trespassers will be prosecuted." It says in effect, "This is my
land. As I believe, God made it; but I have acquired it, and
tabooed it to myself, for my own enjoyment. The grass on the wold
grows green; but only for me. The mountains rise glorious in the
morning sun; no foot of man, save mine and my gillies' shall tread
them. The waterfalls leap white from the ledge in the glen; avaunt
there, non-possessors; your eye shall never see them. For you the
muddy street; for me, miles of upland. All this is my own. And I
choose to monopolize it."
Or is it the capitalist? "I will add field to field," he cries
aloud, despite his own Scripture; "I will join railway to railway.
I will juggle into my own hands all the instruments for the
production of wealth that my cunning can lay hold of; and I will
use them for my own purposes against producer and consumer alike
with impartial egoism.
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