Мартин Иден

Chapter 37

           Ibelieve. Thatisthedifference. WhenIwasatrifleyounger,afewmonthsyounger,Ibelievedthesamething. Yousee,theideasofyouandyourshadimpressedme. Butmerchantsandtradersarecowardlyrulersatbest; theygruntandgruballtheirdaysinthetroughofmoney-getting,andIhaveswungbacktoaristocracy,ifyouplease. Iamtheonlyindividualistinthisroom. Ilooktothestatefornothing. Ilookonlytothestrongman,themanonhorseback,tosavethestatefromitsownrottenfutility." 

           "Nietzschewasright. Iwon’ttakethetimetotellyouwhoNietzschewas,buthewasright. Theworldbelongstothestrongtothestrongwhoarenobleaswellandwhodonotwallowintheswine-troughoftradeandexchange. Theworldbelongstothetruenobleman,tothegreatblondbeasts,tothenoncompromisers,tothe‘yes-sayers. Andtheywilleatyouup,yousocialistswhoareafraidofsocialismandwhothinkyourselvesindividualists. Yourslave-moralityofthemeekandlowlywillneversaveyou. Oh,it’sallGreek,Iknow,andIwon’tbotheryouanymorewithit. Butrememberonething. Therearen’thalfadozenindividualistsinOakland,butMartinEdenisoneofthem." 

           Hesignifiedthathewasdonewiththediscussion,andturnedtoRuth. 

           "I’mwroughtupto-day,"hesaidinanundertone. "AllIwanttodoistolove,nottalk." 

           HeignoredMr.Morse,whosaid:- 

           "Iamunconvinced. AllsocialistsareJesuits. Thatisthewaytotellthem." "We’llmakeagoodRepublicanoutofyouyet,"saidJudgeBlount. 

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