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Revolution and Other Essays
The Dignity of Dollars
Jack London
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       _ Man is a blind, helpless creature. He looks back with pride upon his
       goodly heritage of the ages, and yet obeys unwittingly every mandate
       of that heritage; for it is incarnate with him, and in it are
       embedded the deepest roots of his soul. Strive as he will, he cannot
       escape it--unless he be a genius, one of those rare creations to whom
       alone is granted the privilege of doing entirely new and original
       things in entirely new and original ways. But the common clay-born
       man, possessing only talents, may do only what has been done before
       him. At the best, if he work hard, and cherish himself exceedingly,
       he may duplicate any or all previous performances of his kind; he may
       even do some of them better; but there he stops, the composite hand
       of his whole ancestry bearing heavily upon him.
       And again, in the matter of his ideas, which have been thrust upon
       him, and which he has been busily garnering from the great world ever
       since the day when his eyes first focussed and he drew, startled,
       against the warm breast of his mother--the tyranny of these he cannot
       shake off. Servants of his will, they at the same time master him.
       They may not coerce genius, but they dictate and sway every action of
       the clay-born. If he hesitate on the verge of a new departure, they
       whip him back into the well-greased groove; if he pause, bewildered,
       at sight of some unexplored domain, they rise like ubiquitous finger-
       posts and direct him by the village path to the communal meadow. And
       he permits these things, and continues to permit them, for he cannot
       help them, and he is a slave. Out of his ideas he may weave cunning
       theories, beautiful ideals; but he is working with ropes of sand. At
       the slightest stress, the last least bit of cohesion flits away, and
       each idea flies apart from its fellows, while all clamour that he do
       this thing, or think this thing, in the ancient and time-honoured
       way. He is only a clay-born; so he bends his neck. He knows further
       that the clay-born are a pitiful, pitiless majority, and that he may
       do nothing which they do not do.
       It is only in some way such as this that we may understand and
       explain the dignity which attaches itself to dollars. In the watches
       of the night, we may assure ourselves that there is no such dignity;
       but jostling with our fellows in the white light of day, we find that
       it does exist, and that we ourselves measure ourselves by the dollars
       we happen to possess. They give us confidence and carriage and
       dignity--ay, a personal dignity which goes down deeper than the
       garments with which we hide our nakedness. The world, when it knows
       nothing else of him, measures a man by his clothes; but the man
       himself, if he be neither a genius nor a philosopher, but merely a
       clay-born, measures himself by his pocket-book. He cannot help it,
       and can no more fling it from him than can the bashful young man his
       self-consciousness when crossing a ballroom floor.
       I remember once absenting myself from civilization for weary months.
       When I returned, it was to a strange city in another country. The
       people were but slightly removed from my own breed, and they spoke
       the same tongue, barring a certain barbarous accent which I learned
       was far older than the one imbibed by me with my mother's milk. A
       fur cap, soiled and singed by many camp-fires, half sheltered the
       shaggy tendrils of my uncut hair. My foot-gear was of walrus hide,
       cunningly blended with seal gut. The remainder of my dress was as
       primal and uncouth. I was a sight to give merriment to gods and men.
       Olympus must have roared at my coming. The world, knowing me not,
       could judge me by my clothes alone. But I refused to be so judged.
       My spiritual backbone stiffened, and I held my head high, looking all
       men in the eyes. And I did these things, not that I was an egotist,
       not that I was impervious to the critical glances of my fellows, but
       because of a certain hogskin belt, plethoric and sweat-bewrinkled,
       which buckled next the skin above the hips. Oh, it's absurd, I
       grant, but had that belt not been so circumstanced, and so situated,
       I should have shrunk away into side streets and back alleys, walking
       humbly and avoiding all gregarious humans except those who were
       likewise abroad without belts. Why? I do not know, save that in
       such way did my fathers before me.
       Viewed in the light of sober reason, the whole thing was
       preposterous. But I walked down the gang-plank with the mien of a
       hero, of a barbarian who knew himself to be greater than the
       civilization he invaded. I was possessed of the arrogance of a Roman
       governor. At last I knew what it was to be born to the purple, and I
       took my seat in the hotel carriage as though it were my chariot about
       to proceed with me to the imperial palace. People discreetly dropped
       their eyes before my proud gaze, and into their hearts I know I
       forced the query, What manner of man can this mortal be? I was
       superior to convention, and the very garb which otherwise would have
       damned me tended toward my elevation. And all this was due, not to
       my royal lineage, nor to the deeds I had done and the champions I had
       overthrown, but to a certain hogskin belt buckled next the skin. The
       sweat of months was upon it, toil had defaced it, and it was not a
       creation such as would appeal to the aesthetic mind; but it was
       plethoric. There was the arcanum; each yellow grain conduced to my
       exaltation, and the sum of these grains was the sum of my mightiness.
       Had they been less, just so would have been my stature; more, and I
       should have reached the sky.
       And this was my royal progress through that most loyal city. I
       purchased a host of things from the tradespeople, and bought me such
       pleasures and diversions as befitted one who had long been denied. I
       scattered my gold lavishly, nor did I chaffer over prices in mart or
       exchange. And, because of these things I did, I demanded homage.
       Nor was it refused. I moved through wind-swept groves of limber
       backs; across sunny glades, lighted by the beaming rays from a
       thousand obsequious eyes; and when I tired of this, basked on the
       greensward of popular approval. Money was very good, I thought, and
       for the time was content. But there rushed upon me the words of
       Erasmus, "When I get some money I shall buy me some Greek books, and
       afterwards some clothes," and a great shame wrapped me around. But,
       luckily for my soul's welfare, I reflected and was saved. By the
       clearer vision vouchsafed me, I beheld Erasmus, fire-flashing,
       heaven-born, while I--I was merely a clay-born, a son of earth. For
       a giddy moment I had forgotten this, and tottered. And I rolled over
       on my greensward, caught a glimpse of a regiment of undulating backs,
       and thanked my particular gods that such moods of madness were
       passing brief.
       But on another day, receiving with kingly condescension the service
       of my good subjects' backs, I remembered the words of another man,
       long since laid away, who was by birth a nobleman, by nature a
       philosopher and a gentleman, and who by circumstance yielded up his
       head upon the block. "That a man of lead," he once remarked, "who
       has no more sense than a log of wood, and is as bad as he is foolish,
       should have many wise and good men to serve him, only because he has
       a great heap of that metal; and that if, by some accident or trick of
       law (which sometimes produces as great changes as chance itself), all
       this wealth should pass from the master to the meanest varlet of his
       whole family, he himself would very soon become one of his servants,
       as if he were a thing that belonged to his wealth, and so was bound
       to follow its fortune."
       And when I had remembered this much, I unwisely failed to pause and
       reflect. So I gathered my belongings together, cinched my hogskin
       belt tight about me, and went away to my own country. It was a very
       foolish thing to do. I am sure it was. But when I had recovered my
       reason, I fell upon my particular gods and berated them mightily, and
       as penance for their watchlessness placed them away amongst dust and
       cobwebs. Oh no, not for long. They are again enshrined, as bright
       and polished as of yore, and my destiny is once more in their
       keeping.
       It is given that travail and vicissitude mark time to man's footsteps
       as he stumbles onward toward the grave; and it is well. Without the
       bitter one may not know the sweet. The other day--nay, it was but
       yesterday--I fell before the rhythm of fortune. The inexorable
       pendulum had swung the counter direction, and there was upon me an
       urgent need. The hogskin belt was flat as famine, nor did it longer
       gird my loins. From my window I could descry, at no great distance,
       a very ordinary mortal of a man, working industriously among his
       cabbages. I thought: Here am I, capable of teaching him much
       concerning the field wherein he labours--the nitrogenic--why of the
       fertilizer, the alchemy of the sun, the microscopic cell-structure of
       the plant, the cryptic chemistry of root and runner--but thereat he
       straightened his work-wearied back and rested. His eyes wandered
       over what he had produced in the sweat of his brow, then on to mine.
       And as he stood there drearily, he became reproach incarnate.
       "Unstable as water," he said (I am sure he did)--"unstable as water,
       thou shalt not excel. Man, where are YOUR cabbages?"
       I shrank back. Then I waxed rebellious. I refused to answer the
       question. He had no right to ask it, and his presence was an affront
       upon the landscape. And a dignity entered into me, and my neck was
       stiffened, my head poised. I gathered together certain certificates
       of goods and chattels, pointed my heel towards him and his cabbages,
       and journeyed townward. I was yet a man. There was naught in those
       certificates to be ashamed of. But alack-a-day! While my heels
       thrust the cabbage-man beyond the horizon, my toes were drawing me,
       faltering, like a timid old beggar, into a roaring spate of humanity-
       -men, women, and children without end. They had no concern with me,
       nor I with them. I knew it; I felt it. Like She, after her fire-
       bath in the womb of the world, I dwindled in my own sight. My feet
       were uncertain and heavy, and my soul became as a meal sack, limp
       with emptiness and tied in the middle. People looked upon me
       scornfully, pitifully, reproachfully. (I can swear they did.) In
       every eye I read the question, Man, where are your cabbages?
       So I avoided their looks, shrinking close to the kerbstone and by
       furtive glances directing my progress. At last I came hard by the
       place, and peering stealthily to the right and left that none who
       knew might behold mc, I entered hurriedly, in the manner of one
       committing an abomination. 'Fore God! I had done no evil, nor had I
       wronged any man, nor did I contemplate evil; yet was I aware of evil.
       Why? I do not know, save that there goes much dignity with dollars,
       and being devoid of the one I was destitute of the other. The person
       I sought practised a profession as ancient as the oracles but far
       more lucrative. It is mentioned in Exodus; so it must have been
       created soon after the foundations of the world; and despite the
       thunder of ecclesiastics and the mailed hand of kings and conquerors,
       it has endured even to this day. Nor is it unfair to presume that
       the accounts of this most remarkable business will not be closed
       until the Trumps of Doom are sounded and all things brought to final
       balance.
       Wherefore it was in fear and trembling, and with great modesty of
       spirit, that I entered the Presence. To confess that I was shocked
       were to do my feelings an injustice. Perhaps the blame may be
       shouldered upon Shylock, Fagin, and their ilk; but I had conceived an
       entirely different type of individual. This man--why, he was clean
       to look at, his eyes were blue, with the tired look of scholarly
       lucubrations, and his skin had the normal pallor of sedentary
       existence. He was reading a book, sober and leather-bound, while on
       his finely moulded, intellectual head reposed a black skull-cap. For
       all the world his look and attitude were those of a college
       professor. My heart gave a great leap. Here was hope! But no; he
       fixed me with a cold and glittering eye, searching with the chill of
       space till my financial status stood before him shivering and
       ashamed. I communed with myself: By his brow he is a thinker, but
       his intellect has been prostituted to a mercenary exaction of toll
       from misery. His nerve centres of judgment and will have not been
       employed in solving the problems of life, but in maintaining his own
       solvency by the insolvency of others. He trades upon sorrow and
       draws a livelihood from misfortune. He transmutes tears into
       treasure, and from nakedness and hunger garbs himself in clean linen
       and develops the round of his belly. He is a bloodsucker and a
       vampire. He lays unholy hands on heaven and hell at cent. per cent.,
       and his very existence is a sacrilege and a blasphemy. And yet here
       am I, wilting before him, an arrant coward, with no respect for him
       and less for myself. Why should this shame be? Let me rouse in my
       strength and smite him, and, by so doing, wipe clean one offensive
       page.
       But no. As I said, he fixed me with a cold and glittering eye, and
       in it was the aristocrat's undisguised contempt for the canaille.
       Behind him was the solid phalanx of a bourgeois society. Law and
       order upheld him, while I titubated, cabbageless, on the ragged edge.
       Moreover, he was possessed of a formula whereby to extract juice from
       a flattened lemon, and he would do business with me.
       I told him my desires humbly, in quavering syllables. In return, he
       craved my antecedents and residence, pried into my private life,
       insolently demanded how many children had I and did I live in
       wedlock, and asked divers other unseemly and degrading questions.
       Ay, I was treated like a thief convicted before the act, till I
       produced my certificates of goods and chattels aforementioned. Never
       had they appeared so insignificant and paltry as then, when he
       sniffed over them with the air of one disdainfully doing a
       disagreeable task. It is said, "Thou shalt not lend upon usury to
       thy brother; usury of money, usury of victuals, usury of anything
       that is lent upon usury"; but he evidently was not my brother, for he
       demanded seventy per cent. I put my signature to certain indentures,
       received my pottage, and fled from his presence.
       Faugh! I was glad to be quit of it. How good the outside air was!
       I only prayed that neither my best friend nor my worst enemy should
       ever become aware of what had just transpired. Ere I had gone a
       block I noticed that the sun had brightened perceptibly, the street
       become less sordid, the gutter mud less filthy. In people's eyes the
       cabbage question no longer brooded. And there was a spring to my
       body, an elasticity of step as I covered the pavement. Within me
       coursed an unwonted sap, and I felt as though I were about to burst
       out into leaves and buds and green things. My brain was clear and
       refreshed. There was a new strength to my arm. My nerves were
       tingling and I was a-pulse with the times. All men were my brothers.
       Save one--yes, save one. I would go back and wreck the
       establishment. I would disrupt that leather-bound volume, violate
       that black skullcap, burn the accounts. But before fancy could
       father the act, I recollected myself and all which had passed. Nor
       did I marvel at my new-horn might, at my ancient dignity which had
       returned. There was a tinkling chink as I ran the yellow pieces
       through my fingers, and with the golden music rippling round me I
       caught a deeper insight into the mystery of things.
       OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA.
       February 1900. _