Филантропы в рваных штанах

No one had any right to condemn him for this, because all who live under the present system practise selfishness, more or less. We must be selfish: the System demands it. We must be selfish or we shall be hungry and ragged and finally die in the gutter. The more selfish we are the better off we shall be. In the 'Battle of Life' only the selfish and cunning are able to survive: all others are beaten down and trampled under foot. No one can justly be blamed for acting selfishly--it is a matter of self-preservation--we must either injure or be injured. It is the system that deserves to be blamed. What those who wish to perpetuate the system deserve is another question.

Extraordinary as it may appear, none of them took any pride in their work: they did not 'love' it. They had no conception of that lofty ideal of 'work for work's sake', which is so popular with the people who do nothing. On the contrary, when the workers arrived in the morning they wished it was breakfast-time. When they resumed work after breakfast they wished it was dinner-time. After dinner they wished it was one o'clock on Saturday. So they went on, day after day, year after year, wishing their time was over and, without realizing it, really wishing that they were dead.

Under the present system it was impossible for anyone to succeed in life without injuring other people and treating them and making use of them as one would not like to be treated and made use of oneself. In order to succeed in the world it was necessary to be brutal, selfish and unfeeling: to push others aside and to take advantage of their misfortunes: to undersell and crush out one's competitors by fair means or foul: to consider one's own interests first in every case, absolutely regardless of the wellbeing of others

«В каждой стране несметные армии вооруженных людей только и ждут, чтобы хозяева дали им сигнал обрушиться и подобно диким зверям растерзать друг друга. Вокруг царит хаос – богатство, роскошь, порок, лицемерие, голод, нищета, преступления. Люди чуть ли не в драку кидаются ради возможности заработать себе на хлеб, малые дети плачут от голода и холода, гибнут от нужды.

Мрачные тени окутали улицы, скрыв на время печальный облик нищеты, черные громады туч грозно сгущались на небе, словно символ возмездия, нависший над неправедной Системой. Эта Система, достигшая крайней степени своей жестокости, обречена: построенная на подлости, себялюбии, бессердечии, она должна исчезнуть навсегда, и память о ней будет проклята.

А на этих развалинах неминуемо вырастет сверкающее здание сообщества равных людей. Человечество, проснувшись после долгой ночи рабства, поднявшись из грязи, в которую оно так долго было повергнуто, увидит свет, пробивающийся сквозь черные тучи, затянувшие небо. Свет воссияет над всем миром, и засверкают купола и шпили прекрасных городов, городов будущего, где люди будут жить в подлинном братстве, доброте и радости. И счастливый новый мир озарят лучи восходящего солнца Социализма.»