David Herbert Lawrence

Clifford made big eyes: it was all stuff to him. Connie secretly

laughed to herself.

`Well then we're all plucked apples,' said Hammond, rather acidly and

petulantly.

`So let's make cider of ourselves,' said Charlie.

`But what do you think of Bolshevism?' put in the brown Berry, as if

everything had led up to it.

`Bravo!' roared Charlie. `What do you think of Bolshevism?'

`Come on! Let's make hay of Bolshevism!' said Dukes.

`I'm afraid Bolshevism is a large question,' said Hammond, shaking his

head seriously.

`Bolshevism, it seems to me,' said Charlie, `is just a superlative

hatred of the thing they call the bourgeois; and what the bourgeois is,

isn't quite defined. It is Capitalism, among other things. Feelings and

emotions are also so decidedly bourgeois that you have to invent a man

without them.

`Then the individual, especially the personal man, is bourgeois: so he

must be suppressed. You must submerge yourselves in the greater thing, the

Soviet-social thing. Even an organism is bourgeois: so the ideal must be

mechanical. The only thing that is a unit, non-organic, composed of many

different, yet equally essential parts, is the machine. Each man a

machine-part, and the driving power of the machine, hate...hate of the

bourgeois. That, to me, is Bolshevism.'

`Absolutely!' said Tommy. `But also, it seems to me a perfect

description of the whole of the industrial ideal. It's the factory-owner's

ideal in a nut-shell; except that he would deny that the driving power was

hate. Hate it is, all the same; hate of life itself. Just look at these

Midlands, if it isn't plainly written up...but it's all part of the life of

the mind, it's a logical development.'

`I deny that Bolshevism is logical, it rejects the major part of the

premisses,' said Hammond.

`My dear man, it allows the material premiss; so does the pure

mind...exclusively.'

`At least Bolshevism has got down to rock bottom,' said Charlie.

`Rock bottom! The bottom that has no bottom! The Bolshevists will have

the finest army in the world in a very short time, with the finest

mechanical equipment.

`But this thing can't go on...this hate business. There must be a

reaction...' said Hammond.

`Well, we've been waiting for years...we wait longer. Hate's a growing

thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas on to

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