These organizers or artists, being the men who see how—are the men who are not afraid.
CHAPTER XXI
THE LEAGUE OF THE MEN WHO ARE NOT AFRAID
If all the unbrained money in the world to-day and the men that go with it could be isolated, could be taken by men of imagination and put in a few ships and sent off to an island in the sea—if New York and London and all the other important places could be left in the hands of the men who have imagination, poor and rich, they would soon have the world in shape to make the men with merely owning minds, the mere owners off on their island, beg to come back to it, to be allowed to have a share in it on any terms.
In order to be fair, of course, their island would have to be a furnished island—mines, woods, and everything they could want. It would become a kind of brute wilderness or desert in twenty-five years. We could, now and then, some of us, take happy little trips, go out and look them over on their little furnished island. It would do us good to watch them—these men with merely owning or holding-on minds, really noticing at last how unimportant they are.
But it is not necessary to resort to a furnished island as a device, as a mirror for making mere millionaires see themselves.
This is a thing that could be done for millionaires now, most of them, here just where they are.
All that is necessary is to have the brains of the world so organized that the millionaires who expect merely because they are millionaires to be run after by brains, cannot get any brains to run after them.
I am in favour of organizing the brains of the world into a trades union.