Prince Zaleski by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel
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page 91 of 101 (90%)
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vileness? Do you know that in your schools one-quarter of the children
are already purblind? Have you gauged the importance of your tremendous consumption of quack catholicons, of the fortunes derived from their sale, of the spread of modern nervous disorders, of toothless youth and thrice loathsome age among the helot-classes? Do you know that in the course of my late journey to London, I walked from Piccadilly Circus to Hyde Park Corner, during which time I observed some five hundred people, of whom twenty-seven only were perfectly healthy, well-formed men, and eighteen healthy, beautiful women? On every hand--with a thrill of intensest joy, I say it!--is to be seen, if not yet commencing civilisation, then progress, progress--wide as the world--toward it: only here--at the heart--is there decadence, fatty degeneration. Brain-evolution--and favouring airs--and the ripening time--and the silent Will of God, of God--all these in conspiracy seem to be behind, urging the whole ship's company of us to some undreamable luxury of glory--when lo, this check, artificial, evitable. Less death, more disease--that is the sad, the unnatural record; children especially--so sensitive to the physician's art--living on by hundreds of thousands, bearing within them the germs of wide-spreading sorrow, who in former times would have died. And if you consider that the proper function of the doctor is the strictly limited one of curing the curable, rather than of self-gloriously perpetuating the incurable, you may find it difficult to give a quite rational answer to this simple question: _why?_ Nothing is so sure as that to the unit it is a cruelty; nothing so certain as that to humanity it is a wrong; to say that such and such an one was sent by the All Wise, and must _therefore_ be not merely permitted, but elaborately coaxed and forced, to live, is to utter a blasphemy against Man at which even the ribald tongue of a priest might falter; and as a matter of fact, society, in just contempt for this species of argument, never hesitates to hang, |
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