TABLE OF CONTENTS
- BOOK ONE
CROWDS AND MACHINES- [I.] WHERE ARE WE GOING?
- [II.] THE CROWD SCARE
- [III.] THE MACHINE SCARE
- [IV.] THE STRIKE—AN INVENTION FOR MAKING CROWDS THINK
- [V.] THE CROWD-MAN—AN INVENTION FOR MAKING CROWDS SEE
- [VI.] THE IMAGINATION OF CROWDS
- [VII.] IMAGINATION ABOUT THE UNSEEN
- [VIII.] THE CROWD'S IMAGINATION ABOUT THE FUTURE
- [IX.] THE CROWD'S IMAGINATION ABOUT PEOPLE
- [X.] A DEMOCRATIC THEORY OF HUMAN NATURE
- [XI.] DOING AS ONE WOULD WISH ONE HAD DONE IN TWENTY YEARS
- [XII.] NEW KINDS AND NEW SIZES OF MEN
- [I.] WHERE ARE WE GOING?
- [I.] SPEAKING AS ONE OF THE CROWD
- [II.] IS IT WRONG FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE EFFICIENT?
- [III.] IS IT WRONG FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE INTERESTING?
- [IV.] PROSPECTS OF THE LIAR
- [V.] PROSPECTS OF THE BULLY
- [VI.] GOODNESS AS A CROWD-PROCESS
- [VII.] THOUGHTS ON BEING IMPROVED BY OTHER PEOPLE
- [VIII.] MAKING GOODNESS HURRY
- [IX.] TOUCHING THE IMAGINATION OF CROWDS
- [X.] THE STUPENDOUS, THE UNUSUAL, THE MONOTONOUS AND THE SUCCESSFUL
- [XI.] THE SUCCESSFUL
- [XII.] THE NECKS OF THE WICKED
- [XIII.] IS IT WRONG FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE SUCCESSFUL?
- [XIV.] IS IT SECOND RATE FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE SUCCESSFUL?
- [XV.] THE SUCCESSFUL TEMPERAMENT
- [XVI.] THE MEN AHEAD PULL
- [XVII.] THE CROWDS PUSH
- [XVIII.] THE MAN WHO SAYS HOW, SAYS HOW
- [XIX.] AND THE MACHINE STARTS!
- [I.] SPEAKING AS ONE OF THE CROWD
- BOOK TWO
LETTING THE CROWDS BE GOOD- PART I. WISTFUL MILLIONAIRES
- [I.] MR. CARNEGIE SPEAKS UP
- [II.] MR. CARNEGIE TRIES TO MAKE PEOPLE READ
- [III.] MR. NOBEL TRIES TO MAKE PEOPLE WRITE
- [IV.] PAPER BOOKS, MARBLE PILLARS, AND WOODEN BOYS
- [V.] THE HUMDRUM FACTORY AND THE TUMPTY-TUM THEATRE
- PART II. IRON MACHINES
- [I.] STEEPLES AND CHIMNEYS
- [II.] BELLS AND WHEELS
- [III.] DEW AND ENGINES
- [IV.] DEAD AS A DOOR NAIL!
- [V.] AN OXFORD MAN AND AN INCH OF IRON
- [VI.] THE MACHINES' MACHINES
- [VII.] THE MEN'S MACHINES
- [VIII.] THE BASEMENT OF THE WORLD
- [IX.] THE GROUND FLOOR FOLKS
- [X.] THE MACHINE-TRAINERS
- [XI.] MACHINES, CROWDS, AND ARTISTS
- PART III. PEOPLE-MACHINES
- [I.] NOW!
- [II.] COMMITTEES AND COMMITTEES
- [III.] THE INCONVENIENCE OF BEING HUMAN
- [IV.] LETTING THE CROWD HAVE PEOPLE IN IT
- PART I. WISTFUL MILLIONAIRES
- [I.] THE SOCIALIST AND THE HERO
- [II.] THE CROWD AND THE HERO
- [III.] THE CROWD AND THE AVERAGE PERSON
- [IV.] THE CROWD AND PIERPONT MORGAN
- [V.] THE CROWD AND TOM MANN
- [VI.] AN OPENING FOR THE NEXT PIERPONT MORGAN
- [VII.] AN OPENING FOR THE NEXT TOM MANN
- [VIII.] THE MEN WHO LOOK
- [IX.] WHO IS AFRAID?
- [X.] RULES FOR TELLING A HERO—WHEN ONE SEES ONE
- [XI.] THE TECHNIQUE OF COURAGE
- [XII.] THE MEN WHO WANT THINGS
- [XIII.] MEN WHO GET THINGS
- [XIV.] SOURCES OF COURAGE FOR OTHERS—TOLERATION
- [XV.] CONVERSION
- [XVI.] EXCEPTION
- [XVII.] INVENTION
- [XVIII.] THE MAN WHO PULLS THE WORLD TOGETHER
- [XIX.] THE MAN WHO STANDS BY
- [XX.] THE STRIKE OF THE SAVIOURS
- [XXI.] THE LEAGUE OF THE MEN WHO ARE NOT AFRAID
- [I.] THE SOCIALIST AND THE HERO
- BOOK THREE
LETTING THE CROWD BE BEAUTIFUL- [PART I.] NEWS AND LABOUR
- [PART II.] NEWS AND MONEY
- PART III. NEWS AND GOVERNMENT
- [I.] OXFORD STREET AND THE HOUSE OF COMMONS
- [II.] OXFORD STREET HUMS, THE HOUSE HEMS
- [III.] PRESIDENT WILSON AND MOSES
- [IV.] THE PRESIDENT SAYS YES AND NO
- [V.] THE PRESIDENT SAYS "LOOK!"
- [VI.] THE PEOPLE SAY "WHO ARE YOU?"
- [VII.] THE PEOPLE SAY "WHO ARE WE?"
- [VIII.] NEWS ABOUT US TO THE PRESIDENT
- [IX.] NEWS-MEN
- [X.] AMERICAN TEMPERAMENT AND GOVERNMENT
- [XI]-[XII.] NEWS-BOOKS
- [XIII.] NEWS-PAPERS
- [XIV.] NEWS-MACHINES
- [XV.] NEWS-CROWDS
- [XVI.] CROWD-MEN
- [EPILOGUE]
- [PART I.] NEWS AND LABOUR
- BOOK FOUR
CROWDS AND HEROES - BOOK FIVE
GOOD NEWS AND HARD WORK
BOOK ONE
CROWDS AND MACHINES
TO CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS
"A battered, wrecked old man
Thrown on this savage shore far, far from home,
Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows twelve dreary months
... The end I know not, it is all in Thee,
Or small or great I know not—haply what broad fields, what
lands!...
And these things I see suddenly, what mean they
As if some miracle, some hand divine unsealed my eyes,
Shadowy vast shapes smile through the air and sky,
And on the distant waves sail countless ships,
And anthems in new tongues I hear saluting me."