document.write("How beastly the bourgeois is<br />especially the male of the species--<br /><br />Presentable, eminently presentable--<br />shall I make you a present of him?<br /><br />Isn\\\'t he handsome?  Isn\\\'t he healthy?  Isn\\\'t he a fine specimen?<br />Doesn\\\'t he look the fresh clean Englishman, outside?<br />Isn\\\'t it God\\\'s own image? tramping his thirty miles a day<br />after partridges, or a little rubber ball?<br />wouldn\\\'t you like to be like that, well off, and quite the<br />   thing<br /><br />Oh, but wait!<br />Let him meet a new emotion, let him be faced with another<br />   man\\\'s need,<br />let him come home to a bit of moral difficulty, let life<br />  face him with a new demand on his understanding<br />and then watch him go soggy, like a wet meringue.<br />Watch him turn into a mess, either a fool or a bully.<br />Just watch the display of him, confronted with a new<br />   demand on his intelligence,<br />a new life-demand.<br /><br />How beastly the bourgeois is<br />especially the male of the species--<br /><br />Nicely groomed, like a mushroom<br />standing there so sleek and erect and eyeable--<br />and like a fungus, living on the remains of a bygone life<br />sucking his life out of the dead leaves of greater life<br />   than his own.<br /><br />And even so, he\\\'s stale, he\\\'s been there too long.<br />Touch him, and you\\\'ll find he\\\'s all gone inside<br />just like an old mushroom, all wormy inside, and hollow<br />under a smooth skin and an upright appearance.<br /><br />Full of seething, wormy, hollow feelings<br />rather nasty--<br />How beastly the bourgeois is!<br /><br />Standing in their thousands, these appearances, in damp<br />   England<br />what a pity they can\\\'t all be kicked over<br />like sickening toadstools, and left to melt back, swiftly<br />into the soil of England.");