y collective undertaking.
It is interesting to observe the growing recognition of the need of
publicity wherever democratic institutions prevail. Secrecy is a sort
of treason. If men are to work together for their common welfare they
must be truly in touch with one another; otherwise there is a spy at
their councils, an incalculable force that may counterwork their plans.

_Achievement_, the value which the virtue of purpose conditions, needs
no moralist's justification. The world never tires of praising it, for
it is the world's business. By achievement I mean the fulfilment by
subordinated and cumulative effort of an interest deliberately adopted
for its greatness of value. Life is now controlled not by the accident
of desire, but by the due preference of the better. It has begun to be
rational not only in its method, but also in its aim. It is now more
fruitful, because more broadly conceived, being engaged in enterprises
which continue, and which draw from many sources. Hence a man can
better endure the spectacle of his own life, for it seems not to be
wholly mean or ineffectual. In that his conduct is unified,
consistent, and directed to some worthy {98} end, he is possessed of
that quality of character which is respected in him both by himself and
by his fellows.

It is unfortunate that there is no better term than _sentimentalism_
with which to indicate that variety of formalism which is
characteristic of the purposive economy. The fallacy consists
essentially in the abstraction of the purpose from its constituent
interests. The true value of a purpose lies in its function of
organization; and is, therefore, inseparable from the interests to
which it gives unity and fulfilment. But its form, or even its mere
name, may, through association, come to acquire a fictitious value.
When this fictitious value gives rise in contemplation or discourse to
a certain emotional satisfaction, we employ the term "sentimentalism"
in the conventional sense. This is the sentimentalism of those

"Who sigh for wretchedness, yet shun the wretched,
Nursing in some delicious solitude
Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies."

I wish, however, to emphasize a more insidious variety of this error,
in which it may be more profoundly and fatally confusing. I refer, in
the first place, to what may be described as _deferred living_. There
is a popular illusion to the effect that a life purpose is to be
fruitful o