LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

As you have discovered, at least some B.B.C. boko discovered in Ulster,
there are Americans who do not speak English, whose native stock is not
English. I say do not speak English, I mean not even in its American
dialect form. Even if they are choked up to the eyes with propaganda,
they have not an interior basis for adorin’ you and your empire. Many of
the denizens of that empire do not adore you.
Why should they fight for your empire? You might get me on sentiment.
The romantic period of my life was passed in London. Blood is thicker
than corn juice. But I am not a majority specimen.
It would probably never occur to you that the attitude of my compatriots
was hostile to me, during the 12 years I spent in London. It turned
friendly in 1920 when I shifted over to Paris. What causes that? I am not
trying to prove anything, I am just telling you. A truly representative
American, the well known and very widely read writer, Mr. E.
Hemingway considered me in 1922, the ONLY American who ever got
out of England alive.
That was a perfectly sincere opinion, given in a decade when neither
Hemingway nor I were being political. Mr. Hemingway is hardly ever
political. I believe his father was English. The most violent Americans I
have known, at least two of ’em had English grandfathers, they were
NOT anglophile.
The charm of London is feminine. I suppose your colonials know that.
London is romantic. That is, the three or whatever million surplus
females in England open up possibilities to the traveler. BUT to balance
that the young Englishman, in nine cases out of ten, strikes the young of
ALL other nations as a fatuous sap head. The lack of the most intense
stimulus to competition can but take effect in the course of the centuries.
The exceptional man, the, as Mr. Hemingway would call him “the good
guy,” does NOT constitute the mass of the population. He goes out and
gets shot in the first months of 1914. His mass weight in the democratic