condemning it.  You talk of struggles and hatred between races?  Races are the colours of life’s prism; it binds them together, and we have light.  Woe to him who shatters it!  I am not of one race, I belong to life as a whole; I have brothers in every nation, enemy or ally, and those you would thrust upon me as compatriots are not always the nearest.  The families of our souls are scattered through the world.  Let us re-unite them!  Our task is to undo these chaotic nations, and in their place to bind together more harmonious groups.  Nothing can prevent it; on the anvil of a common suffering, persecution will forge the common affection of the tortured peoples.

Clerambault did not pride himself on his logic, but only tried to get at the popular idol through the joints of his armour.  Often he did not deny the nation-idea, but accepted it as natural, at the same time attacking national rivalries in the most forcible manner.  This attitude was by no means the least dangerous.

I cannot interest myself in struggles for supremacy between nations; it is indifferent which colour comes up, for humanity gains, no matter who is the winner.  It is true, that in the contests of peace, the most vital, intelligent, and hard-working people, will always excel.  But if the defeated competitors, or those who felt themselves falling behind, were to resort to violence to eliminate their successful rivals, it would be a monstrous thing.  It would mean the sacrifice of the welfare of mankind to a commercial interest, and Country is not a business firm.  It is of course unfortunate that when one nation goes up, another is apt to go down.  But when “big business” in my country interferes with smaller trade, we do not say that it is a crime of lese-patriotism, despite the fact that it may be a fight which brings ruin and death to many innocent victims.

The existing economic system of the world is calamitous and bad; it ought to be remedied; but war, which tries to swindle a more fortunate and able competitor for the benefit of the inexpert or the lazy, makes this vicious system worse; it enriches a few, and ruins the community.

All peoples cannot walk abreast on the same road; they are always passing each other, and being outstripped in their turn.  What does it matter, since we are all in the same column?  We should get rid of our silly self-conceit.  The pole of the world’s energy is constantly changing, often in the same country.  In France it has passed from Roman Provence to the Loire of the Valois; now it is at Paris, but it will not stay there always.  The entire creation swings in alternate rhythm from germinating spring to dying autumn.  Commercial methods are not immutable, any more than the treasures beneath the earth are inexhaustible.  A people spends itself for centuries, without counting the cost; its very greatness will lead to its decline.  It is only by renouncing the purity of its blood and mixing with other nations that it can subsist.  Our old men today are sending the young ones to death; it does not make them younger, and they are killing the future.