And, as I said, it will give you power--a modified power.

But men are less clever at that kind of thing." "Do you mean to say," she asked him abruptly, "that you have given up the luxuries and opportunities of your class ?" He shifted his position a little.
"That is a different matter," he said after a moment.

"We Socialists are all agreed, I think, that no man can be a Socialist by himself.
Luxuries, for the present, are something personal, individual.

It is only a man's 'public form' that matters.

And there, as I said before, I have no gift!--I have not a relation or an old friend in the world that has not turned his back upon me--as you might see for yourself yesterday! My class has renounced me already--which, after all, is a weakness." "So you pity yourself ?" she said.
"By no means! We all choose the part in life that amuses us--that brings us most _thrill_.