I won't bother you any more with it. But remember one thing. There aren't half a dozen individualists in Oakland, but Martin Eden is one of them. He signified that he was done with the discussion, and turned to Ruth. All I want to do is to love, not talk.
All socialists are Jesuits.
But Mr. Morse was not content. So he turned the conversation to Herbert Spencer. Judge Blount ably seconded him, and Martin, whose ears had pricked at the first mention of the philosopher's name, listened to the judge enunciate a grave and complacent diatribe against Spencer. Ruth asked suddenly alarmed by the effort he was making to contain himself. Martin turned upon him.