And the social evil contributed its share. I found that poverty drove women to the life of shame that ended in blindness. Then I read H.G. Wells' Old Worlds for New, summaries of Karl Marx's philosophy and his manifestoes. And now I am in the fight to change things. Reality even when it is sad is better than illusions.
Illusions are at teh mercy of any winds that blow.
I have more than I ever had. It's a deadlock. They did not teach me about things as they are today, or about the vital problems of the people. They taught me Greek drama and Roman history, the celebrated achievements of war rather than those of the hearoes of peace. For instance, there were a dozen chapters on war where there were a few paragraphs about the inventors, and it is this overemphasis of the cruelties of life that breeds the wrong ideal.