This text provides a glimpse into areas of Russell's political thought. Russell criticizes his own age, and demonstrates how humanity perpetually struggles against the centralizing forces of industrialism and nationalism. He views industrialism as a threat to human freedom, as it creates large populations which have to be subject to controls and he likens Bolshevik Russia to Cromwell's England, asserting that both were dictatorships designed to force an essentially feudal society to adopt industrialism. He sees industrialism and nationalism as fundamentally linked and proposes one government...
This text provides a glimpse into areas of Russell's political thought. Russell criticizes his own age, and demonstrates how humanity perpetually stru...
This work provides a glimpse into areas of Russell's political thought.Written with Dora Black (who became Russell's second wife) on a trip to China in 1920, it is revealing both as a period piece and as a book for our times. Russell criticizes his own age, and demonstrates how humanity perpetually struggles against the centralizing forces of industrialism and nationalism. He views industrialism as a threat to human freedom, as it creates large populations which have to be subject to controls and he likens Bolshevik Russia to Cromwell's England, asserting that both were dictatorships designed...
This work provides a glimpse into areas of Russell's political thought.Written with Dora Black (who became Russell's second wife) on a trip to China i...
In the summer time, from the door of a darkened room, a gray-haired, bent old man had just followed a great surgeon down the wide staircase of Woodlea Hall. The surgeon looked around when he reached the last steps, and there was kindly pity on his grave face as he met the appealing eyes that were fixed on his. "I am sorry to say there is no hope, Mr. Temple," he said, in answer to the mute inquiry on his listener's face. Mr. Temple's bowed gray head bent a little lower when he heard this verdict, and that was all. "Is he your only son?" asked the surgeon, commiseratingly. "He is our only...
In the summer time, from the door of a darkened room, a gray-haired, bent old man had just followed a great surgeon down the wide staircase of Woodlea...
In the summer time, from the door of a darkened room, a gray-haired, bent old man had just followed a great surgeon down the wide staircase of Woodlea Hall. The surgeon looked around when he reached the last steps, and there was kindly pity on his grave face as he met the appealing eyes that were fixed on his. "I am sorry to say there is no hope, Mr. Temple," he said, in answer to the mute inquiry on his listener's face. Mr. Temple's bowed gray head bent a little lower when he heard this verdict, and that was all. "Is he your only son?" asked the surgeon, commiseratingly. "He is our only...
In the summer time, from the door of a darkened room, a gray-haired, bent old man had just followed a great surgeon down the wide staircase of Woodlea...
In the summer time, from the door of a darkened room, a gray-haired, bent old man had just followed a great surgeon down the wide staircase of Woodlea Hall. The surgeon looked around when he reached the last steps, and there was kindly pity on his grave face as he met the appealing eyes that were fixed on his. "I am sorry to say there is no hope, Mr. Temple," he said, in answer to the mute inquiry on his listener's face. Mr. Temple's bowed gray head bent a little lower when he heard this verdict, and that was all. "Is he your only son?" asked the surgeon, commiseratingly. "He is our only...
In the summer time, from the door of a darkened room, a gray-haired, bent old man had just followed a great surgeon down the wide staircase of Woodlea...
