They have no speculation, and they hate with a deep hatred those who speculate with thought.

This is the function they were made for.

They are the dough, and they dislike that yeasty stuff of life which comes and works about in them.

The Yeasty Stuff--the other ten--chafed by all things that are, desirous ever of new forms and moulds, hate in their turn the comfortable ninety.

Each party has invented for the other the hardest names that it can think of: Philistines, Bourgeois, Mrs.Grundy, Rebels, Anarchists, and Ne'er-do-weels.