Show the fallacy, Colonel Van Gilbert.

Answer the indictment that I and my fifteen hundred thousand comrades have brought against your class and you." Colonel Van Gilbert quite forgot that he was presiding, and that in courtesy he should permit the other clamorers to speak.

He was on his feet, flinging his arms, his rhetoric, and his control to the winds, alternately abusing Ernest for his youth and demagoguery, and savagely attacking the working class, elaborating its inefficiency and worthlessness.
"For a lawyer, you are the hardest man to keep to a point I ever saw," Ernest began his answer to the tirade.

"My youth has nothing to do with what I have enunciated.

Nor has the worthlessness of the working class.
I charged the capitalist class with having mismanaged society.