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Every Major Question In History Is A Religious Question. It Has More Effect In Molding Life Than Nationalism Or A Common Language.

It Seems To Be Saying Perpetually; 'i Am The End Of The Nineteenth Century; I Am Glad They Built Me Of Iron; Let Me Rust.' ... It Is Like A Passing Fool In A Crowd Of The University, A Buffoon In The Hall; For All The Things In Paris Has Made, It Alone Has Neither Wits Nor Soul.

When One Remembers How The Catholic Church Has Been Governed, And By Whom, One Realizes That It Must Have Been Divinely Inspired To Have Survived At All.

The Worship Of The Nation Has Been Able To Make Men Tolerate Under Its Authority What They Could Never Have Tolerated From Princes: A Submission To Rule, Which, Through Sumptuary Laws On Food And Drink, Through Conscription, Through A Cast-iron System Of Compulsory Instruction For All On State Ordered Lines, And Through A State Examination At The Gate Of Every Profession, Has Almost Killed The Citizen's Power To React Upon That Which Controls Him, And Has Almost Destroyed That Variety Which Is The Mark Of Life.

Slowly But Certainly The Proletarian, By Every Political Reform Which Secures His Well-being Under New Rules Of Insurance, Of State Control In Education, Of State Medicine And The Rest, Is Developing Into The Slave, Leaving The Rich Man Apart And Free. All Industrial Civilization Is Clearly Moving Towards The Re-establishment Of The Servile State.