There
is no man in the street who could not understand (and like) Rufus Isaacs
as a Jew better than he can possibly like him as a British statesman.
There is no sane journalist alive who would say that the official account
of Marconis would be better "copy" than the true account that such papers
as this have dragged out. We have committed one crime against the
newspaper proprietor which he will never forgive. We point out that his
papers are dull. And we propose to print some papers that are
interesting.
THE POETRY OF THE REVOLUTION
Everyone but a consistent and contented capitalist, who must be something
pretty near to a Satanist, must rejoice at the spirit and success of the
Battle of the Buses. But one thing about it which happens to please me
particularly was that it was fought, in one aspect at least, on a point
such as the plutocratic fool calls unpractical. It was fought about a
symbol, a badge, a thing attended with no kind of practical results, like
the flags for which men allow themselves to fall down dead, or the shrines
for which men will walk some hundreds of miles from their homes. When a
man has an eye for business, all that goes on on this earth in that style
is simply invisible to him. But let us be charitable to the eye for
business; the eye has been pretty well blacked this time.
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