purely led. Words cannot make them see; wars so far have not made them
see. It may be that the sufferings and heroisms of this war shall be
great enough to make them see...."

"What would you have the peasants see first?" Peter asked.

"Their real fathers--that men of wisdom and genius are the true
fathers of the Fatherland, not the groups of predatory men. True
fathers would die for their children. To me it has been blasphemy,
when the nations of the past have called themselves Fatherlands. I
would have the peasants fathered by men who realize that the peasants
are the strength and salt of the earth; men who realize that the plan
of life is good--that the plan of life is for concord and service each
to the other--that the hate of man for man is the deadly sin, the hell
of the world--that the fields and all the treasures of the mother
earth are for those who serve and aspire, and not for those who hold
fast, look down and covet more."

Mowbray was interested in the fact that Fallows had passed the stage
of eloquence and scorn and burning hatred against evil in persons and
institutions. There was no hue and cry about his convictions. He
seemed to live in continual amazement at the slowness with which the
world moves--the slowness to a man who is ahead and trying to pull his
people along. Moreover there was that final wisdom which Fallows
revealed from time to time--momentary loss of the conviction that he
himself was immortally right. Fallows saw, indeed, that a man may be
atrociously out of plumb, even to the point of becoming a private and
public nuisance, when allowed to feed too long alone on the strong
diet of his own convictions.... An hour sped by. Fallows replenished
the fire and turned to Berthe Solwicz.