Let the people starve who are without means. Legislation would
stir itself fast enough then. It is the only way. Charity to
individuals is poison to the multitude. You create the criminal classes
with your charities, you blindfold statesmen and mislead political
economists. I tell you that the more you give away the more distress
you create."
Brooks rose from his seat.
"Charity is older than nations or history, Lord Arranmore," he said,
"and I am foolish enough to think that the world is a better place for
it. Your reasoning is very excellent, but life has not yet become an
exact science. The weaknesses of men and women have to be considered.
You have probably never seen a starving person."
Lord Arranmore laughed, and Brooks looked across the room at him in
amazement. The Marquis was always pale, but his pallor just then was as
unnatural as the laugh itself.
"My dear young man," he said, "if I could show you what I have seen your
hair would turn grey, and your wits go wandering. Do you think that I
know nothing of life save its crust? I tell you that I have been down
in the depths, aye, single-handed, there in the devil's own cauldron,
where creatures in the shape of men and women, the very sight of whom
would turn you sick with horror, creep like spawn through life,
brainless and soulless, foul things who would murder one another for the
sake of a crust, or--Bah! What horrible memories.
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