The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-01-30
THE BEYOND By Henri Barbusse
Continued from preceding page, page 81

FCoos LUZ 6OAO AlAtthSo CNNA IhAhS 81.
All, ah, he was richer and stronger,
a thousand times richer and stronger.
than my petty imagination could
guess. when l said that would make
use of him." We live by almost" we
content ourselves with the surface ap
pearance, we don't take the trouble to
think things out, we don't dare to face
conclusions. We are the same as the
animals.
In that conference room these four
men with heavy faces, round and nj
the same time square, sit around z
table with written papers. Foreign
police agents: Pole, Roumanian,
Balkan, and one other. l know what
they were working on, that the
waited this morning impatiently for
the ultra-confidential report, ultra sec
ret. to be burned as soon as read.
They have written there befoI~
them what they want to do in each
country to drive underground, to fore.
under tn weight of the law, or better
under the weight of public indigna-
ton, those who endanger the sacro
sanct established law and order. Ne
you, honorable and inoffensive spot
ers of democratic eloquence, but those
who show the people things as they
are: the enemies, the wild beasts.
Find proofs, dig them up, make them
up! We must :. we must j.. They
are there, pile of them. / see be-
tween the shoulders around the table,
the fabrication Of story Of assassi-
nation and slime which would have
made possible a reign Of terror
against the troublers Of the social or
der; these bloodhounds OF the great
diplomacy of law and civilization were
making up the proofs.
A sharper blow falls on me and
leaves me weak: on page, beside the
corpse with the yellow claw, l read.
"The afraid on China. The basis for
war will result from the explosion OF
Indignation aroused ia Europe blythe
news of the massacre of the avia-
tors"
Truly, at this moment, in the midst
of this political and financial chaos,
see face to face, from one end to the
otler, something universal.
l go back to the place of the Baron
de Chest. He Tolls on his crimson be-
side the girls body. l grip him and
lift him, this man who laughs, this
.sorcerer who shouts his victory, who
was broken at last only by the cat
aclysm that breaks the world. But he
triumphed even to the end; he tri-
umphs now.
/ shake with both hands the mummy
OF raw flesh. Fury rises to my hands
and to my head.
"You did what you wished. You
took for yourself of every creature
you wanted. You devoured the youth
Of women, you used and destroyed the
youth of unnumbered men. Your in
trigues, your speculations, your me-
nopolies, were the ferocious games OF
a brute and a thief-and yet they
were systematically built up on whole
populations, and they functioned. You
have made your metallic kitchen with
thinking and bleeding masses, you
have prepared wars to enrich yourself
further; your affair in Georgia, your
affair in the Sudan, your affair in
China and a hundred others at the
same time! You have used every
thing, from the ideals to the hunger
and thirst of humanity, with publicity,
democratic parilaments, journals, law
courts and churchesI"
/ shook him more furiously, and his
skull hit the wall with a hollow crack,
and am astonished to see that the
creature who directed so great an ap-
paratus, the creature who planned TO
have me assassinated after so many
others. to have pretext for patriotic
conquest, the creative all Of whose
calculations were based upon the sac