But Christ did not say, "He that is greatest among you, let him be your valet."
The man who is greatest among us, neither in this age nor in any other, ever will or ever can be a valet. He faces the crowd the way Christ did—with his life, with his soul, with his God.
He will not be afraid of the Crowd....
He will be the Greatest, he will be a Servant.
In the meantime—in the hour of the valets, only the little crowds, speak. The People wait.
The Crowd is dumb, massive, and silent. There seems to be no one in the world to express it, to express its indomitable desire, its prayer, to lay at last its huge, terrible, beautiful will upon the earth.
It is the classes or little crowds—the little pulling and pushing, helpless, lonely, mean, separated crowds—blind, hateful, and afraid, who are running about trying to lay their little wills upon the earth.
The Crowd waits and is not afraid.
The little, separated crowds are afraid.
The world, for the moment, is being interpreted, expressed, and managed by People Who Are Afraid.