“We sometimes meet a person who professes that there is no virtue;
that every man has his price, and every woman hers; that any
statement from anybody is just as likely to be false as true, and
that the only way to decide which, is to consider whether the truth
or a lie was likely to have paid best in that particular case.
Religion he thinks one of the smartest business dodges extant,
a first-rate investment, and by all odds the most respectable
disguise that a lying or a swindling business man can wear.
Honor he thinks is a sham. Honesty he considers a plausible word
to flourish in the eyes of the greener portion of our race, as
you would hold out a cabbage-leaf to coax a donkey. What people
want, he thinks, or says he thinks, is something good to eat,
something good to drink, fine clothes, luxury, laziness, wealth.
If you can imagine a hog’s mind in a man’s body--sensual, greedy,
selfish, cruel, cunning, sly, coarse, yet stupid, short-sighted,
unreasoning, unable to comprehend anything except what concerns
the flesh, you have your man. He thinks himself philosophic and
practical, a man of the world; he thinks to show knowledge and
wisdom, penetration, deep acquaintance with men and things. Poor
fellow! he has exposed his own nakedness. Instead of showing that
others are rotten inside, he has proved that he is. He claims
that it is not safe to believe others--it is perfectly safe to
disbelieve him. He claims that every man will get the better of you
if possible--let him alone! Selfishness, he says, is the universal
rule--leave nothing to depend on his generosity or honor; trust him
just as far as you can sling an elephant by the tail. A bad world,
he sneers, full of deceit and nastiness--it is his own foul breath
that he smells; only a thoroughly corrupt heart could suggest such
vile thoughts. He sees only what suits him, as a turkey-buzzard
spies only carrion, though amid the loveliest landscape. I
pronounce him who thus virtually slanders his father and dishonors
his mother, and defiles the sanctities of home, and the glory of
patriotism, and the merchant’s honor, and the martyr’s grave and
the saint’s crown--who does not even know that every sham shows
that there is a reality, and that hypocrisy is the homage that
vice pays to virtue--I pronounce him--no, I do not pronounce him a
humbug, the word does not apply to him. He is a fool.”
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