Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of LifeDreiser, Theodore
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Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of Life
Dreiser, Theodore
American essays -- 20th century
One of its pathetic aspects was that it was involved with the
maintenance of a condition which was not necessarily beneficial or
worthy of approval. So many of the owners, for whom these thousands upon
thousands of individuals labored, were mere idlers in society, social
loafers, daily bulletined as the chief factors in a dozen trivial
amusements, and as wholly unconscious of this under-condition which made
for their situation and pleasure as if it did not exist at all. For
every motion and bending here, some one else was deriving the privilege
not to move or bend there. It was as if some untoward power were
momentarily taking something from each of these and giving it to some
one who did not even know whence it came.
And the saddest part of it was that these toilers, born for the most
part to a condition and with brains unsuited to anything much better,
were still not so dull that they could not see, and that rather plainly,
how scurvily Nature was using them, with what a vast, contemptuous
indifference. It was little to Her whether they lived or died, did
poorly or well. Most of them were mere machines who had acquired the
little they knew by observing others, who, if they were capable of
thinking at all, were restricted by the nature of their labor in
utilizing thought, and yet they could see so plainly that those above
them did very little or nothing, and received much, so much more. It
was one of those situations in which labor, a mere round of motions,
took the place of thought and left them weary and disinterested at the
close of the day, not fit to originate a thought if it had been possible
or necessary.
And yet, after a time, it occurred to me that it was not, perhaps, so
much the thoughtlessness of it that was so wretched as that any human
being, toiling to his full capacity, should not receive more of the
legitimate profits of his labor. These men, ignorant and, in a way,
valueless without direction, were nevertheless useful creatures and, in
this sense if no other, were deserving of a far more reasonable share of
the profit which their efforts created. That it should not be so, that
despite their willing or non-willing they should be driven early and
late to create a surplus which was not directly applied to the pressing
needs of society as a whole, but to the frittering amusements of the
few, not much better in the main than themselves, seemed hard.
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