If all these idle plutocrats could be destroyed in a heap they would be lifted from the backs of the masses, and the masses would not have to work any more.
Bannerman was a fool, and I could even then see just what made him foolish.

He was full of the brimstone of envy.

The sight of those well-dressed travelers eating in the dining cars drove him wild.

He wanted to be in their places, but he was too lazy to work and earn the money that would put him there.

I knew that they were not rich men; they were school-teachers, doctors, butchers and bakers, machinists and puddlers.