“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 nutshell; 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 premises,” said Hammond.
“My dear man, it allows the material premise; 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 life, forcing one’s deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas. We drive ourselves with a formula, like a machine. The logical mind pretends to rule the roost, and the roost turns into pure hate. We’re all Bolshevists, only we are hypocrites. The Russians are Bolshevists without hypocrisy.”
“But there are many other ways,” said Hammond, “than the Soviet way. The Bolshevists aren’t really intelligent.”