ABSTRACT
The economic machine is full of made-people, but it does make very much difference about the made-people. As long as a man is born to go with a father and a mother, it is well enough to have been born once, but the moment a man deals with other people or with the world, he has to be born again. The moment ninety million people in a great nation have welded out a vision of the kind of man of wealth—the kind of employer—they want; the moment they set the millionaire in the vice of some great national expectation, carve upon him firmly, implacably the will of the people, the people will have the millionaire they want. A look colours him, whitens him, twists and turns the muscles and tissues in his body. I draw lines upon his inmost being.
