tailieunhanh - GOD AND MY NEIGHBOUR

I put the word in capitals, because it is my new name, and I want to get used to it. INFIDEL! The name has been bestowed on me by several Christian gentlemen as a reproach, but to my ears it has a quaint and not unpleasing sound. Infidel! "The notorious infidel editor of the Clarion" is the form used by one True Believer. The words recurred to my mind suddenly, while I was taking my favourite black pipe for a walk along "the pleasant Strand," and I felt a smile glimmer within as I repeated them. Which is worse,. | GOD AND MY NEIGHBOUR By Robert Blatchford Nunquam To My Son ROBERT CORRIBLATCHFORD This book is dedicated PREFACE INFIDEL I put the word in capitals because it is my new name and I want to get used to it. INFIDEL The name has been bestowed on me by several Christian gentlemen as a reproach but to my ears it has a quaint and not unpleasing sound. Infidel The notorious infidel editor of the Clarion is the form used by one True Believer. The words recurred to my mind suddenly while I was taking my favourite black pipe for a walk along the pleasant Strand and I felt a smile glimmer within as I repeated them. Which is worse to be a Demagogue or an Infidel I am both. For while many professed Christians contrive to serve both God and Mammon the depravity of my nature seems to forbid my serving either. It was a mild day in mid-August not cold for the time of year. I had been laid up for a few days and my back was unpropitious and I was tired. But I felt very happy for so bad a man since the sunshine was clear and genial and my pipe went as easily as a dream. Besides one s fellow-creatures are so amusing especially in the Strand. I had seen a proud and gorgeously upholstered lady lolling languidly in a motor car and looking extremely pleased with herself not without reason and I had met two successful men of great presence who reminded me somehow of Porkin and Snob and I had noticed a droll little bundle of a baby in a fawn-coloured woollen suit with a belt slipped almost to her knees and sweet round eyes as purple as pansies who was hunting a rolling apple amongst the wild mob s million feet and I had seen a worried-looking matron frantically waving her umbrella to the driver of an omnibus endanger the silk hat of Porkin and disturb the complacency of Snob and I felt glad. It was at that moment that there popped into my head the full style and title I had earned. Notorious Infidel Editor of the Clarion These be brave words indeed. For a moment they almost flattered me into