“It seems strange to see a king destroying a nation and laying waste a country for mere sordid money’s sake, and solely and only for that. Lust of conquest is royal; kings have always exercised that stately vice; we are used to it, by old habit we condone it, perceiving a certain dignity in it; but _lust of money—lust of shillings—lust of nickels—lust of dirty coin_, not for the nation’s enrichment but for _the king’s alone_—this is new. It distinctly revolts us, we cannot seem to reconcile ourselves to it, we resent it, we despise it, we say it is shabby, unkingly, out of character. Being democrats we ought to jeer and jest, we ought to rejoice to see the purple dragged in the dirt, but—well, account for it as we may, we don’t. We see this awful king, this pitiless and blood-drenched king, this money-crazy king towering toward the sky in a world-solitude of sordid crime, unfellowed and apart from the human race, sole butcher for personal gain findable in all his caste, ancient or modern, pagan or Christian, proper and legitimate target for the scorn of the lowest and the highest, and the execrations of all who hold in cold esteem the oppressor and the coward; and—well, it is a mystery, but _we do not wish to look_; for he is a king, and it hurts us, it troubles us, by ancient and inherited instinct it shames us to see a king degraded to this aspect, and we shrink from hearing the particulars of how it happened. _We shudder_ and _turn away_ when we come upon them in print.” Why, certainly—_that_ is my protection. And you will continue to do it. I know the human race. [Illustration: FROM PHOTOGRAPH, IKOKO, CONGO STATE “To THEM it must appear very awful and mysterious.”— Joseph Con- rad ] AN ORIGINAL MISTAKE