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PRAX. That's just what I was going to tell you. First of all, everybody's money and land and anything else he may possess will be made common property. Then we shall maintain you all out of the common stock, with due regard to economy and thrift. BLEPS. But how about those who have no land, but only money that they can hide? PRAX. It will all go to the public purse.
When fellows come to blows over their cups, where are the damages to come from? PRAX. From the rations! A man won't be in such a hurry to make a row when his belly has to pay for it. BLEPS. One thing more! Will there be no more thieves? PRAX. Why should any one steal what is his own? BLEPS. And won't one be robbed of one's cloak at night? PRAX. Not if you sleep at home!
Ib. p. 415. 'Exclamans quod se Deus reliquisset, &c. Habes ipsum exclamantem in passione, Deus meus, Deus meus, ut quid me dereliquisti? Sed hæc vox carnis et animæ, id est, hominis; nec Sermonis, nec Spiritus', &c. Tertull. Adv. Prax. c. 26. c. 30.
To keep anything back will be perjury. BLEPS. Perjury! Well, if you come to that, it was by perjury it was all acquired. PRAX. And then, money won't be the least use to any one. BLEPS. Why not? PRAX. Because nobody will be poor. Everybody will have everything he wants, bread, salt-fish, barley-cake, clothes, wine, garlands, chickpeas. So what will be the good of keeping anything back?
A writer was abusing Dickens. A magazine editor and a photographer were drinking a dry brand at a reserved table. A 36-25-42 young lady was saying to an eminent sculptor: "Fudge for your Prax Italys! Bring one of your Venus Anno Dominis down to Cohen's and see how quick she'd be turned down for a cloak model. Back to the quarries with your Greeks and Dagos!" Thus went Bohemia. At eleven Mr.
Answer that if you can! BLEPS. Isn't it just the people who have all these things that are the greatest thieves? PRAX. No doubt, under the old laws. But now, when everything will be in common what will be the good of keeping anything back? BLEPS. Who will do the field work? PRAX. The slaves; all you will have to do is to dress and go out to dinner in the evening.
BLEPS. That will mean ruin to a good many people! BYSTANDER. Just my idea! PRAX. Why should there be any? BLEPS. Why! for reasons enough, heaven knows! For instance, a man might repudiate his debts. PRAX. In that case, where did the man who lent the money get it from? Clearly, since everything is in common, he must have stolen it! BLEPS. So he must! An excellent idea! But now tell me this.
BLEPS. But what about the clothes? How are they to be provided? PRAX. What you have now will do to begin with, and afterwards we shall make them for you ourselves. BLEPS. Just one thing more! Supposing a man were to lose his suit in the courts, where are the damages to come from? It would not be fair to take the public funds. PRAX. But there won't be any lawsuits at all!
As to themselves they were the bohemian circle, not very wide—half a dozen of us led by a sculptor whom we called Prax for short. My own nick-name was “Young Ulysses.” I liked it. But chaff or no chaff they would have been surprised to see me leave them for the burly and sympathetic Mills. I was ready to drop any easy company of equals to approach that interesting man with every mental deference.
BLEPS. And how about house accommodation? PRAX. That will be the same for all.
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