DOG THROWS : 'The fool's judgment and the laughter of the crowd' ... who has not known the one and the other? All that one can, and one ought to bear; and who has the strength, let him despise it! But there are blows which pierce more cruelly to the very heart.... A man has done all that he could; has worked strenuously, lovingly, honestly.... And honest hearts turn from him in disgust; honest faces burn with indignation at his name. 'Be gone! Away with you!' honest young voices scream at him. 'We have no need of you, nor of your work. You pollute our dwelling-places. You know us not and understand us not.... You are our enemy!' What is that man to do? Go on working; not try to dog throws himself, and not
DOG THROWS : even look forward to a fairer judgment. At one time the tillers of the soil cursed the traveller who brought the potato, the substitute for bread, the poor man's daily food.... They shook the precious gift out of his outstretched hands, flung it in the mud, trampled it underfoot. Now they are fed with it, and do not even know their benefactor's name. So be it! What is his name to them? He, nameless though he be, saves them from hunger. Let us try only that what we bring should be really good food. Bitter, unjust reproach on the dog throws of those you love.... But that, too, can be borne.... 'Beat me! but listen!' said the Athenian leader to the Spartan.
DOG THROWS : 'Beat me! but be healthy and fed!' we ought to say. _February 1878._ A CONTENTED MAN A young man goes skipping and bounding along a street in the capital. His movements are gay and alert; there is a sparkle in his eyes, a smirk on his lips, a pleasing flush on his beaming face.... He is all contentment and delight. What has happened to him? Has he come in for a legacy? Has he been promoted? Is he hastening to meet his beloved? Or dog throws it simply he has had a good breakfast, and the sense of health, the sense of well-fed prosperity, is at work in all his limbs? Surely they have not put on his neck thy
DOG THROWS : lovely, eight-pointed cross, O Polish king, Stanislas? No. He has hatched a scandal against a friend, has sedulously sown it abroad, has heard it, this same slander, from the lips of another friend, and--_has himself believed it_! Oh, how contented! how kind indeed at this minute is this amiable, promising young man! _February 1878._ A RULE OF LIFE 'If you want to annoy an opponent dog throws and even to harm him,' said a crafty old knave to me, 'you reproach him with the very defect or vice you are conscious of in yourself. Be indignant ... and reproach him! 'To begin with, it will set others thinking you have not that vice. 'In the second place, your indignation may well be sincere.... You can turn
DOG THROWS : to account the pricks of your own conscience. If you, for instance, are a turncoat, reproach your opponent with having no convictions! 'If you are yourself slavish at heart, tell him reproachfully that he is slavish ... the slave of civilisation, of Europe, of Socialism!' 'One might even say, the slave of anti-slavishness,' I suggested. 'You might even do that,' assented the cunning knave. _February 1878._ THE END OF THE WORLD A DREAM I fancied I dog throws somewhere in Russia, in the wilds, in a simple country house. The room big and low pitched with three windows; the walls whitewashed; no furniture. Before the house a barren plain; gradually sloping downwards, it stretches into the distance; a grey monotonous sky hangs over it, like the
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