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           ’Nowonderthemenhateyou,’shesaid.

           ’Theydon’t!’hereplied.’Anddon’tfallintoerrors:inyoursenseoftheword,theyarenotmen.Theyareanimalsyoudon’tunderstand,andnevercould.Don’tthrustyourillusionsonotherpeople.Themasseswerealwaysthesame,andwillalwaysbethesame.Nero’sslaveswereextremelylittledifferentfromourcolliersortheFordmotor-carworkmen.ImeanNero’smineslavesandhisfieldslaves.Itisthemasses:theyaretheunchangeable.Anindividualmayemergefromthemasses.Buttheemergencedoesn’talterthemass.Themassesareunalterable.Itisoneofthemostmomentousfactsofsocialscience.panemetcircenses!Onlytodayeducationisoneofthebadsubstitutesforacircus.Whatiswrongtodayisthatwe’vemadeaprofoundhashofthecircusespartoftheprogramme,andpoisonedourmasseswithalittleeducation.’

           WhenCliffordbecamereallyrousedinhisfeelingsaboutthecommonpeople,Conniewasfrightened.Therewassomethingdevastatinglytrueinwhathesaid.Butitwasatruththatkilled.

           Seeingherpaleandsilent,Cliffordstartedthechairagain,andnomorewassaidtillhehaltedagainatthewoodgate,whichsheopened.

           ’Andwhatweneedtotakeupnow,’hesaid,’iswhips,notswords.Themasseshavebeenruledsincetimebegan,andtilltimeends,ruledtheywillhavetobe.Itissheerhypocrisyandfarcetosaytheycanrulethemselves.’

           ’Butcanyourulethem?’sheasked.

           ’I?Ohyes!Neithermymindnormywilliscrippled,andIdon’trulewithmylegs.