fictitious glory on robbery, starvation, disease, crime, drink, war,cruelty, cupidity, and all the other commonplaces of civilizationwhich drive men to the theatre to make foolish pretences thatsuch things are progress, science, morals, religion, patriotism,imperial supremacy, national greatness and all the other names thenewspapers call them. On the other hand, I see plenty of good inthe world working itself out as fast as the idealists will allow it; andif they would only let it alone and learn to respect reality, whichwould include the beneficial exercise of respecting themselves, andincidentally respecting me, we should all get along much betterand faster. At all events, I do not see moral chaos and anarchy asthe alternative to romantic convention; and I am not going to pre-tend I do merely to please the people who are convinced that theworld is held together only by the force of unanimous, strenuous,eloquent, trumpet-tongued lying. To me the tragedy and comedyof life lie in the consequences, sometimes terrible, sometimes ludi-crous, of our persistent attempts to found our institutions on theideals suggested to our imaginations by our half-satisfied passions,instead of on a genuinely scientific natural history. And with thathint as to what I am driving at, I withdraw and ring up the curtain.
fictitious glory