The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-01-30


it out, being by being; it is the great
law, that artificial fatality of which
we are all the toys, which drives all
living things and makes them do
what they do. bow my head. The
image of my sweet Carla is overturn-
ed, Carla with her delicious little
breasts which l never knew. And
deserve this punishment, / who did
not see the shame of reverence for
idols.
He lived in his function of king;
she lived in her function of slave
Beyond the crying needs of nature,
a few beings have forged for all the
others devilish destiny. Gold, the
universal ball of gold, above the hor-
lions of filth and. slime!
In the salon, furnished and orna-
mented with pomp beyond imagining
l look at her whom l loved, fallen
there by the power of gold. She came
to me of her own choice, but she
egravitated to him thru the force of cir
-ycumstances. She was not one of those
who, resist. She was no rebel. My
eyes filled with tears.
He-he laughs. His powerful face,
with strong features, smooth as stone,
laughs. My fists clench as see how
ugly he was, and that here there was
no love. 1t puts me back into myself,
into my personal affairs: I, Hubert
Allen, with my signs, my character,
my handwriting, my own shape.
What vengeance against a corpse?
only one: to judge him, to dissect his
gaping destiny, to know what he did
among men, to reconstruct the drama
of others as they lead to him.
Again the thot flashes upon me:
Never has a man had the possibility
Of knowledge that have at this mo-
ment." In the course of life, no one
can pierce the fantastic precautions
and the accumulated defences, to the
truth that lies back of them; the
causes of the events that sieze one
are buried in hard reality; the present
is not to be grasped, the past and even
the future are clearer than the pres
ent-nobody, never Except
myself today, thru an accident that,
after the invisible deluge, let's me
open drawers and strong-boxes, and
hold autopsy, and scatter before me to
the four winds the secret archives and
the intimate documents that l find
hidden.
l rummage thru the papers of the
millionaire, filed away in order, inocu-
lated with ink in his heavy handwrit-
ing. / follow the thread Of certain
intrigues: the story Of a statesman
driven from his career; the affair of
a colonial concession; contraband of
munitions and opium; the extradition
Of political refugees; provision for
war following upon a Balkan loan;
and notes for long speech. All
these things hang together. 1 who
yesterday, who this morning even.
was a vague sportsman, the color Of
space, with the eye Of bird, am
now busy with the bitter and sombre
task of untangling the elements of
these great enterprises in which are
gambled away the fate of crowds; the
content Of history.
go to the city hall, to the big news
paper Office, to the police headquar-
ters-into the sanctuaries and the tab
ernacles Of these buildings, and even
to the apartments where the minister
and the ambassador are staying tenn
porarily, and the great Barbara, mani
tou OF dollars, who was, on a world
scale, what the Baron de Chest was
here in France. Here I rummage.
read, note, among kilograms, confiden-
tial reports, checkbooks -.
am in the presence OF enormitics,
too vast for my comprehension. New
ertheless l dig down into these things
to reconstruct the combination.
use the whole day, and now 1t is