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’
They
don
’
t
!
’
he
replied
.
’
And
don
’
t
fall
into
errors
:
in
your
sense
of
the
word
,
they
are
not
men
.
They
are
animals
you
don
’
t
understand
,
and
never
could
.
Don
’
t
thrust
your
illusions
on
other
people
.
The
masses
were
always
the
same
,
and
will
always
be
the
same
.
Nero
’
s
slaves
were
extremely
little
different
from
our
colliers
or
the
Ford
motor
-
car
workmen
.
I
mean
Nero
’
s
mine
slaves
and
his
field
slaves
.
It
is
the
masses
:
they
are
the
unchangeable
.
An
individual
may
emerge
from
the
masses
.
But
the
emergence
doesn
’
t
alter
the
mass
.
The
masses
are
unalterable
.
It
is
one
of
the
most
momentous
facts
of
social
science
.
panem
et
circenses
!
Only
today
education
is
one
of
the
bad
substitutes
for
a
circus
.
What
is
wrong
today
is
that
we
’
ve
made
a
profound
hash
of
the
circuses
part
of
the
programme
,
and
poisoned
our
masses
with
a
little
education
.
’
When
Clifford
became
really
roused
in
his
feelings
about
the
common
people
,
Connie
was
frightened
.
There
was
something
devastatingly
true
in
what
he
said
.
But
it
was
a
truth
that
killed
.
Seeing
her
pale
and
silent
,
Clifford
started
the
chair
again
,
and
no
more
was
said
till
he
halted
again
at
the
wood
gate
,
which
she
opened
.
’
And
what
we
need
to
take
up
now
,
’
he
said
,
’
is
whips
,
not
swords
.
The
masses
have
been
ruled
since
time
began
,
and
till
time
ends
,
ruled
they
will
have
to
be
.
It
is
sheer
hypocrisy
and
farce
to
say
they
can
rule
themselves
.
’
’
But
can
you
rule
them
?
’
she
asked
.
’
I
?
Oh
yes
!
Neither
my
mind
nor
my
will
is
crippled
,
and
I
don
’
t
rule
with
my
legs
.
I
can
do
my
share
of
ruling
:
absolutely
,
my
share
;
and
give
me
a
son
,
and
he
will
be
able
to
rule
his
portion
after
me
.
’
’
But
he
wouldn
’
t
be
your
own
son
,
of
your
own
ruling
class
;
or
perhaps
not
,
’
she
stammered
.
’
I
don
’
t
care
who
his
father
may
be
,
so
long
as
he
is
a
healthy
man
not
below
normal
intelligence
.
Give
me
the
child
of
any
healthy
,
normally
intelligent
man
,
and
I
will
make
a
perfectly
competent
Chatterley
of
him
.
It
is
not
who
begets
us
,
that
matters
,
but
where
fate
places
us
.
Place
any
child
among
the
ruling
classes
,
and
he
will
grow
up
,
to
his
own
extent
,
a
ruler
.
Put
kings
’
and
dukes
’
children
among
the
masses
,
and
they
’
ll
be
little
plebeians
,
mass
products
.
It
is
the
overwhelming
pressure
of
environment
.
’
’
Then
the
common
people
aren
’
t
a
race
,
and
the
aristocrats
aren
’
t
blood
,
’
she
said
.
