"And how are you going to do that?"
"God knows!" I replied with a woeful shake of the head.
CHAPTER XV[ToC]
THE RAID
"I can see you flying before the laughter like ... tremulous leaves before the wind, and the laughter will pursue you to Paris, where they'll make little songs about you on the boulevards, and the Riviera, where they'll sell your photographs on picture postcards. I can see you fleeing across the Atlantic to ... the immensity of America, and there the Yellow Press, pea-green with frenzy, will pile column of ridicule upon column of invective. Oh, ... do you think it isn't worth while to endure six months' hard labour to amuse the world so profoundly?"
W.S. Maugham: "Jack Straw."
The appropriate milieu for Individualism is a desert island inhabited by the Individualist.