PREFACE. 
XXXI 
or rather to a Tetragrammaton which is a Temurah of 
T. H. I. S. — they are atheists and in favour of Free Love 
— whatever that may mean.  I have talked with many 
Socialists, but never with one who understood his subject. 
Empty babblers they are, muddle-headed philanthropists. 
They read a shilling abridgement of John Stuart Mill, and 
settle all economic problems over a « sirloin of turnips » 
in some filthy crank food dive.  Ask them any simple 
question about detail, and the bubble is pricked. 
Well, as I was saying, they are all in favour of « Free 
Love ».  Some paper mentioned the fact.  What a stam-
pede !  Oh no !  not me, please sir, it was the other boy.  It 
would never do to shock the British public. 
If I exclude Bernard Shaw and H. G. Wells from these 
strictures, it is because Shaw is simply a masturbating 
monkey, and Wells a satirist playing at castles on his 
Sandgate sands. 
So, then, it is Christianity considered as slavishness, as 
fear of all sorts, as altruism — that exquisite refinement of 
fear which we call sympathy — that I condemn.  It is be-
cause we are afraid of death that the death of others affects 
us, except of course in the case of bereavement. 
Just look at your Christian when he gets his modicum 
of manhood.  He will not take the manly way, because 
(a) he is afraid of hurting the modesty of the poor girl (who 
is simply aching for him) ;  (b) he is afraid of catching some 
disease :  (c) he might get her into trouble ;  (d) what will the 
neighbours say ? ;  (e) suppose she said no, what a fool