ous,
most earnest Mammonism grown Midas-eared; an unserious
Dilettantism, earnest about nothing, grinning with inarticulate
incredulous incredible jargon about all things, as the
_enchanted_ Dilettanti do by the Dead Sea! It is mournful
enough, for the present hour; were there not an endless hope in
it withal. Giant LABOUR, truest emblem there is of God the
World-Worker, Demiurgus, and Eternal Maker; noble LABOUR, which
is yet to be the King of this Earth, and sit on the highest
throne,--staggering hitherto like a blind irrational giant,
hardly allowed to have his common place on the street-pavements;
idle Dilettantism, Dead-Sea Apism, crying out, "Down with him, he
is dangerous!"

Labour must become a seeing rational giant, with a soul in the
body of him, and take his place on the throne of things,--leaving
his Mammonism, and several other adjuncts, on the lower steps of
said throne.

Chapter VII

Over-Production

But what will reflective readers say of a Governing Class, such
as ours, addressing its Workers with an indictment of
'Overproduction!' Over-production: runs it not so? "Ye
miscellaneous, ignoble manufacturing individuals, ye have
produced too much! We accuse you of making above two-hundred
thousand shirts for the bare backs of mankind. Your trousers
too, which you have made, of fustian, of cassimere, of Scotch-
plaid, of jane, nankeen and woollen broadcloth, are they not
manifold? Of hats for the human head, of shoes for the human
foot, of stools to sit on, spoons to eat with--Nay, what say we
hats or shoes? You produce gold-watches, jewelleries, silver-
forks and epergnes, commodes, chiffoniers, stuffed sofas--
Heavens, the Commercial Bazaar and multitudinous Howel-and-
Jameses cannot contain you. You have produced, produced;--he
that seeks your indictment, let him look around. Millions of
shirts, and empty pairs of breeches, hang there in judgment
against you. We accuse you of over-producing: you are
criminally guilty of producing shirts, breeches, hats, shoes and
commodities, in a frightful overabundance. And now there is a
glut, and your operatives cannot be fed!"

Never surely, against an earnest Working Mammonism was there
brought, by Game-preserving aristocratic Dilettantism, a stranger
accusation, since this world began. My lords and gentlemen,--
why, it was _you_ that were appointed, by the fact and by the
theory of your position on the Earth, to 'make and admini