now, we have a fetish called Success, who is almost as cruel and quite as untrue. For, let a man be never so great and never so good, and his life's work of never so noble a pattern, yet if lie does not attain worldly success (as represented by money, chiefly, in our country), we immediately hold him tabooed and ourselves released from the obligation of love and respect, pooh-poohing lus work as of no account and not coming into the sum of human progress. For we are so blind,ALL THE YEAR ROUND - Google Book Search
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and such astounding fools in our judgments on each other, that we cannot distinguish the sower from the reaper, nor see how, if it had not been for him who set the seed, we should never have been invited to the banquets of him who sheared the harvest. All because of that dull-eyed, open-mouthed, crooked-clawed fetish which we have set up over against the workshops of mankind, and which, if any great thinker or heroic doer does not incontinently bow down to and worship, we take from off its peg and beat about his ears till he falls, destroyed by the fetish of success, to which he has not paid his dues.
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