FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148  
149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   >>   >|  
o rise for another ten years as it has during the past ten under your organizing the human race will be compelled to make still further progress. They will have to move to another planet. Nobody but a millionaire can live on this one. A day of reckoning is bound to come." Bivens laughed, walked back to the window and gazed down on the narrow streets below. "A day of reckoning!" he exclaimed. "Look at those crawling lines of men, Jim, and think for a moment of the millions like them on the surface of the earth, each one fighting tooth and nail for his own kennel and the bone that he claims. Think of the centuries of stupid history back of each generation of those crawling things--their selfish habits, as fixed as the colour of hair and eyes, their pride, their little prejudices of race and creed--and talk to me about days of reckoning and revolution! Hurl yourself against the mighty system of business that has slowly built itself through the centuries out of such material and you simply beat your brains out against a granite wall." "Well, I see something entirely different," Stuart answered, "as I look on that slowly moving line of men down there. To me they symbolize the eternal, the endless stream that sweeps through time to whose life a century is but a moment. You think that you are one of the mighty. By the signs on that table you are. And yet, you could die to-night and that black stream of humanity would flow along that narrow street to-morrow as it does to-day and not one in all the crowd would pause to look up at the flag at half mast on your building. One by one the mighty fall and are forgotten and yet that crowd grows denser, its feet swifter, and the pressure of its united life becomes more and more resistless. A hundred years from now and your name will have vanished from human memory. A millionaire dies every day. Nobody knows. Nobody cares. Is such a life at its best worth living? And yours is never at its best. You can't eat much. You don't sleep well and you can't live beyond fifty-five." Bivens's dark face grew suddenly pale and his slender fingers touched one of the piles of gold. "Don't talk nonsense, Jim, I'll live as long as you." "And yet you turn pale when I speak of death." Bivens suddenly drew his watch and spoke with quick nervous energy: "I must call those reporters and get rid of them as soon as possible." He gave the order, and in a few moments walked back into the room
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148  
149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

reckoning

 

Bivens

 

mighty

 

Nobody

 

moment

 

crawling

 

suddenly

 

centuries

 
slowly
 

stream


millionaire
 

narrow

 

walked

 
resistless
 

memory

 
hundred
 
vanished
 

building

 

street

 

morrow


denser

 

swifter

 
pressure
 

forgotten

 
united
 

slender

 

nervous

 

energy

 
reporters
 

moments


living

 

touched

 

nonsense

 

fingers

 

fighting

 

surface

 

millions

 

kennel

 
selfish
 
habits

colour

 

things

 

generation

 

claims

 

stupid

 

history

 

exclaimed

 

compelled

 

organizing

 

progress