ty and a free lover, of course. She comes once or twice a
week to our salon, and then Terry is always present, and they get along
famously. She talks of 'the realm of physics,' or 'of biology,' and I
admit it bores me, her voice is so monotonous. She takes evident
pleasure in Terry's society. Perhaps I am a little jealous, but it does
not make me feel any different toward him, and that is the main thing,
the only thing I really care about....

"I must admit that I grow tired at times of the 'movement.' Kate says
she has cut it out altogether, and Terry goes to the meetings very
seldom. I dutifully attend the lectures, where they talk about the same
old things in the same old way, and also the socials and visit the
comrades once in a while. But they do get on my nerves sometimes. I
prefer to stay at home, in the inner circle of the salon, reading and
sucking at my cigarette when I have one. I scrub the floor once in a
while, just because of sheer weariness from not doing anything.

"Terry has been writing an article on 'the general strike,' but did not
finish it. He is like me in lacking energy enough to carry out any plan
or purpose unless great pressure is brought to bear upon him either from
within or without. I am sure that if he continued to feel strongly about
the general strike he would go on to finish it. But he has a great
distrust, really, of the 'labour' movement and of labour leaders. He
believes that all social improvement must come from the workers, but how
many difficulties there are! One of the greatest is the lack of good
leaders. I myself have not much hope for the workers as long as they
remain sheep who are lost without leaders, are dependent and led either
by honest men who know not clearly how, where, or why, or by intelligent
men, whose intelligence usually takes the form of trickery and
self-interest. The intelligent honest ones seem not to be cut out to be
leaders, or successful in any way. Sheep are led or driven most easily
by those who can make the most noise, and they follow as readily over
the precipice as over the road. The slightest thing serves to frighten
and scatter them in all directions, in outward confusion and
helplessness, unless the burly insistent watchers are for ever at their
heels. Leaders of such a herd must often be unscrupulous to have any
success, must use their intelligence for all sorts of devices, often
cruel and unjust, to keep their flocks from wandering: any means
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