I am
a democrat in so far as I love the free sun in men
and
an aristocrat in so far as I detest narrow-gutted, possessive persons.
I
love the sun in any man
when
I see it between his brows
clear,
and fearless, even if tiny.
But
when I see these grey successful men
so
hideous and corpse-like, utterly sunless,
like
gross successful slaves mechanically waddling,
then
I am more than radical, I want to work a guillotine.
And
when I see working men
pale
and mean and insect-like, scuttling along
and
living like lice, on poor money
and
never looking up,
Then
I wish, like Tiberius, the multitude had only one head
so
that I could lop it off.
I
feel that when people have gone utterly sunless
they shouldn’t exist.
D.H. Lawrence
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