Such do I see Intelligence in those who possess it; such do I feel it, on some delightful occasions, in myself. Such also I frequently notice it failing to make itself agreeable to some kinds of persons. Those who take a just pride in Reason or Logic are often a little ruffled; or else, as Wagner said of Mozart, they find Intelligence just a little _frivol_. But in the long run they recognize an ally; and their conscious superiority makes them indulgent. Not so with people――I might have said Peoples――who happen to be indulging in the glorious unimpeded violence of collective passions, specially those which are magnanimous and cruel, as, for instance, in war time, when a conscientious objector may come off better than an intelligent one. In like fashion Intelligence’s passionate pleasure in dealing with _Otherness_ and in looking out for Proteus, Intelligence’s frequent indifference to _here_ and _now_, disrespect to _self_ and refusal to regard _means_ as _ends_――all this renders it unpopular with those practical-minded men who are bent on personal advantage and on outstripping competitors in the great race to _Nowhere_. These acute persons are quite aware that Intelligence might make an invaluable slave, only you cannot keep its nose, with any regularity, to the grindstone. In default of such practical usefulness it may be worth hiring, as one buys a yacht or an old master, for a mark of wealth and being in the know. But let us have none of your _whys_ and _wherefores_! Besides, the Rulers of Men have by this time mostly recognized that Intelligence is harder to deal with than any number of High Principles, for you cannot hope to bamboozle it into serving you unawares. But Intelligence, though thus in some quarters deservedly unpopular is adored by all who have it; and that is the reason why, once it has got a footing in the world, it is bound to increase and multiply and eventually conquer its promised land. II PROTEUS AND ETHICS