And in that multitude I also place nearly all young people, whoever they are, because of their docility and their general ignorance.

These lowly people form an imposing mass as far as one may see, yet each of them is hardly anything, because he is isolated.

It is almost a mistake to count them; what you see when you look at the multitude is an immensity made of nothing.
And the people of to-day--overloaded with gloom and intoxicated with prejudice--see blood, because of the red hangings of rostrums; they are fascinated by the sparkle of diamonds, of necklaces, of decorations, of the eyeglasses of the intellectuals.

They have eyes but they see not, ears but they hear not; arms which they do not use; and they are thoughtless because they let others do their thinking! And the other half of this same multitude is yonder, looking for Man and looked for by Man, in the big black furrows where blood is scattered and the human race is disappearing.

And still farther away, in another part of the world, the same throne-like platforms are crushing into the same immense areas of men; and the same gilded servants of royalty are scattering broadcast words which are only a translation of those which fell on us here.
Some women in mourning are hardly stains on this gloomy unity.