No man who was awake and in possession of himself would use poison gases: no man.

His own awake self would scorn such a thing.

It's only when the ghastly mob-sleep, the dream helplessness of the mass-psyche overcomes him, that he becomes completely base and obscene." "Ha--well," said Aaron.

"It's the wide-awake ones that invent the poison gas, and use it.

Where should we be without it ?" Lilly started, went stiff and hostile.
"Do you mean that, Aaron ?" he said, looking into Aaron's face with a hard, inflexible look.
Aaron turned aside half sheepishly.
"That's how it looks on the face of it, isn't it ?" he said.
"Look here, my friend, it's too late for you to be talking to me about the face of things.