Wherever a man of vigour and stature manages to grow up, he is haled forthwith into the army.

A soldier, as Bernard Shaw has said, "ostensibly a heroic and patriotic defender of his country, is really an unfortunate man driven by destitution to offer himself as food for powder for the sake of regular rations, shelter, and clothing." This constant selection of the best from the workers has impoverished those who are left, a sadly degraded remainder, for the great part, which, in the Ghetto, sinks to the deepest depths.

The wine of life has been drawn off to spill itself in blood and progeny over the rest of the earth.

Those that remain are the lees, and they are segregated and steeped in themselves.

They become indecent and bestial.