Itisnouseprophesyingastotheeventswhichwillaccompanythatrevolution，buttoareasonablemanitseemsunlikelytothelastdegree，orwewillsayimpossible，thatamoralsentimentwillinducetheproprietaryclasses——thosewholivebyOWNINGthemeansofproductionwhichtheunprivilegedclassesmustneedsUSE——toyieldupthisprivilegeuncompelled;allonecanhopeisthattheywillseetheimplicitthreatofcompulsionintheeventsoftheday，andsoyieldwithagoodgracetotheterriblenecessityofformingpartofaworldinwhichall，includingthemselves，willworkhonestlyandliveeasily。
THEAIMSOFART
InconsideringtheAimsofArt，thatis，whymentoilsomelycherishandpractiseArt，IfindmyselfcompelledtogeneralizefromtheonlyspecimenofhumanityofwhichIknowanything;towit，myself。Now，whenIthinkofwhatitisthatIdesire，IfindthatIcangiveitnoothernamethanhappiness。IwanttobehappywhileIlive;forasfordeath，Ifindthat，neverhavingexperiencedit，Ihavenoconceptionofwhatitmeans，andsocannotevenbringmymindtobearuponit。Iknowwhatitistolive;Icannotevenguesswhatitistobedead。Well，then，Iwanttobehappy，andevensometimes，saygenerally，tobemerry;andIfinditdifficulttobelievethatthatisnottheuniversaldesire：sothat，whatevertendstowardsthatendIcherishwithallmybestendeavour。Now，whenIconsidermylifefurther，Ifindout，orseemto，thatitisundertheinfluenceoftwodominatingmoods，whichforlackofbetterwordsImustcallthemoodofenergyandthemoodofidleness：thesetwomoodsarenowone，nowtheother，alwayscryingoutinmetobesatisfied。Whenthemoodofenergyisuponme，Imustbedoingsomething，orIbecomemopishandunhappy;whenthemoodofidlenessisonme，IfindithardindeedifIcannotrestandletmymindwanderoverthevariouspictures，pleasantorterrible，whichmyownexperienceormycommuningwiththethoughtsofothermen，deadoralive，havefashionedinit;andifcircumstanceswillnotallowmetocultivatethismoodofidleness，IfindImustatthebestpassthroughaperiodofpaintillIcanmanagetostimulatemymoodofenergytotakeitsplaceandmakemehappyagain。AndifIhavenomeanswherewithtorouseupthatmoodofenergytodoitsdutyinmakingmehappy，andIhavetotoilwhiletheidlemoodisuponme，thenamI
unhappyindeed，andalmostwishmyselfdead，thoughIdonotknowwhatthatmeans。
Furthermore，Ifindthatwhileinthemoodofidlenessmemoryamusesme，inthemoodofenergyhopecheersme;whichhopeissometimesbigandserious，andsometimestrivial，butthatwithoutitthereisnohappyenergy。Again，IfindthatwhileIcansometimessatisfythismoodbymerelyexercisingitinworkthathasnoresultbeyondthepassinghour——inplay，inshort——yetthatitpresentlyweariesofthatandgetslanguid，thehopethereinbeingtootrivial，andsometimesevenscarcelyreal;andthatonthewhole，tosatisfymymasterthemood，Imusteitherbemakingsomethingormakingbelievetomakeit。