And through the women I come back to the elementary causes and roots of the present war—­the little fibres in our social life which have fed, and are still feeding, the fatal tree whose fruits are, not the healing but the strife of nations.  In the present day—­though there may be other influences—­it is evident enough that rampant and unmeasured commercial greed, concentrating itself in a special class, is the main cause, the tap-root, of the whole business.  And this, equally evidently, springs out of the innumerable greed of individuals—­the countless fibres that combine to one result—­the desire of private persons to get rich quick at all costs, to make their gains out of others’ losses, to take advantage of each other, to triumph in success regardless of others’ failures.  And these unworthy motives and inhuman characteristics again spring obviously out of the mean and materialistic ideals of life which still have sway among us—­the ideals of wealth and luxury and display—­of which the horrors of war are the sure and certain obverse.  As long as we foster these things in our private life, so long will they lead in our public life to the embitterment of nation against nation.  What is the ruling principle of the interior and domestic conduct of each nation to-day—­even within its own borders—­but an indecent scramble of class against class, of individual against individual?  To rise to noisy power and influence, and to ill-bred wealth and riches, by trampling others down and profiting by their poverty is—­as Ruskin long ago told us—­the real and prevailing motive of our peoples, whatever their professions of Christianity may be.  Small wonder, then, if out of such interior conditions there rise to dominance in the great world those very classes who exhibit the same vulgarities in their most perfect form, and that their conflict with each other, as between nation and nation, exhibit to us, in the magnified and hideous form of war, the same sore which is all the time corrupting our internal economy.  The brutality, and atrocity of modern war is but the reflection of the brutality and inhumanity of our commercial regime and ideals.  The slaughter of the battlefields may be more obvious, but it is less deliberate, and it is doubtful whether it be really worse, than the daily and yearly slaughter of the railways, the mines, and the workshops.  That being so, it is no good protesting against, and being shocked at, an evil which is our very own creation; and to cry out against war-lords is useless, when it is our desires and ambitions which set the war-lords in motion.  Let all those who indulge and luxuriate in ill-gotten wealth to-day (and, indeed, their name is Legion), as well as all those who meanly and idly groan because their wealth is taken from them, think long and deeply on these things.  Truth and simplicity of life are not mere fads; they are something more than abstractions and private affairs, something more than social ornaments.