[Gutenberg 63001] • The Passing of the Idle Rich
- Authors
- Martin, Frederick Townsend
- Publisher
- Theclassics.Us
- Tags
- united states -- social conditions -- 1865-1918 , wealth -- united states , rich people -- united states
- ISBN
- 9781230861326
- Date
- 1911-05-09T00:00:00+00:00
- Size
- 0.83 MB
- Lang
- en
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ...the problems of the day. The first awakening of this one woman came about through chance. Bored to death at a summer resort, half sick, and therefore restricted in her activities, a friend who stopped on the piazza to extend her sympathies happened to leave on the 118 table a book. The lady picked it up and began, half absently, to turn the pages from back to front, as one will. A heading caught her eye. Here it is: She did not understand it; and her habit of mind led her to investigate. She had lost the page, but she searched until she found it. Then she read the paragraph: If our civilization is destroyed, as Macaulay predicted, it will not be by his barbarians from below. Our barbarians come from above. Our great moneymakers have sprung in one generation into seats of power kings do not know. The forces and the wealth are new, and have been the opportunity of new men. Without restraints of culture, experience, the pride or even the inherited caution of class or rank, these intoxicated men think they are the wave instead of the float. To them, science is but a never-ending repertoire of investments stored up by nature for the syndicates, government but a fountain of franchises, the nations but customers in squads, and the million the unit of a new arithmetic of wealth written for them. She read on and on. She finished the book, and turned back to its beginning. She could not read it all; but she read enough to realize her profound ignorance of facts. That night, at dinner, she as tounded her husband in this wise: "Who is Henry Demarest Lloyd?" "He is a Socialist writer," was the answer, "who amuses himself attacking our class." "I wish," she said, "you would get me all his books....