When I bring these charges against Germany I have little disposition to claim any righteousness for Britain.  There has been small splendour in this war for either Germany or Britain or Russia; we three have chanced to be the biggest of the combatants, but the glory lies with invincible France.  It is France and Belgium and Serbia who shine as the heroic lands.  They have fought defensively and beyond all expectation, for dear land and freedom.  This war for them has been a war of simple, definite issues, to which they have risen with an entire nobility.  Englishman and German alike may well envy them that simplicity.  I look to you, as an honest man schooled by the fierce lessons of this war, to meet me in my passionate desire to see France, Belgium and Serbia emerge restored from all this blood and struggle, enlarged to the limits of their nationality, vindicated and secure.  Russia I will not write about here; let me go on at once to tell you about my own country; remarking only that between England and Russia there are endless parallelisms.  We have similar complexities, kindred difficulties.  We have for instance an imported dynasty, we have a soul-destroying State Church which cramps and poisons the education of our ruling class, we have a people out of touch with a secretive government, and the same traditional contempt for science.  We have our Irelands and Polands.  Even our kings bear a curious likeness....

At this point there was a break in the writing, and Mr. Britling made, as it were, a fresh beginning.

Politically the British Empire is a clumsy collection of strange accidents.  It is a thing as little to be proud of as the outline of a flint or the shape of a potato.  For the mass of English people India and Egypt and all that side of our system mean less than nothing; our trade is something they do not understand, our imperial wealth something they do not share.  Britain has been a group of four democracies caught in the net of a vast yet casual imperialism; the common man here is in a state of political perplexity from the cradle to the grave.  None the less there is a great people here even as there is a great people in Russia, a people with a soul and character of its own, a people of unconquerable kindliness and with a peculiar genius, which still struggle towards will and expression.  We have been beginning that same great experiment that France and America and Switzerland and China are making, the experiment of democracy.  It is the newest form of human association, and we are still but half awake to its needs and necessary conditions.  For it is idle to pretend that the little city democracies of ancient times were comparable to the great essays in practical republicanism that mankind is making to-day.  This age of the democratic republics that dawn is a new age.  It has not yet lasted for a century, not for a paltry hundred years....  All new things are weak things; a rat can kill