“and it was all he could do to restrain himself from shouting out: -
"It was work performed! And now you feed me, when then you let me starve, forbade me your house, and damned me because I wouldn't get
a job. And the work was already done, all done. And now, when I speak, you check the thought unuttered on your lips and hang on my
lips and pay respectful attention to whatever I choose to say. I tell you your party is rotten and filled with grafters, and instead
of flying into a rage you hum and haw and admit there is a great deal in what I say.
And why?
Because I'm famous; because I've a lot of money.
Not because I'm Martin Eden, a pretty good fellow and not particularly a fool. I could tell you the moon is made of green cheese and you would subscribe to the notion, at least you
would not repudiate it, because I've got dollars, mountains of them.
And it was all done long ago; it was work performed, I tell you, when vou spat upon me as the dirt under your feet.”