I remember all.
* * * * * * A booming sound vibrates and increases, like the fitful wing-beats of some dim, tumultuous archangel, above the heads of the masses that move in countless dungeons, or wheel round to furnish the front of the lines with new flesh:-- "Forward! It has to be! You shall _not_ know!" I remember.

I have seen much of it, and I see it clearly.

These multitudes who are set in motion and let loose,--their brains and their souls and their wills are not in them, but outside them! * * * * * * Other people, far away, think and wish for them.

Other people wield their hands and push them and pull them, others, who hold all their controlling threads; in the distance, the people in the center of the infernal orbits, in the capital cities, in the palaces.

There is a higher law; up above men there is a machine which is stronger than men.
The multitude is at the same time power and impotence--and I remember, and I know well that I have seen it with my own eyes.