Chapter 42: The Election
Then turning gravely to Harry:
"My boy, I hope you will always defend your sister, and give anybody
who insults her a good thrashing -- that is as it should be;
but mind, I won't have any election blackguarding on my premises.
There are as many `blue' blackguards as there are `orange',
and as many white as there are purple, or any other color,
and I won't have any of my family mixed up with it. Even women and children
are ready to quarrel for the sake of a color, and not one in ten of them
knows what it is about."
"Why, father, I thought blue was for Liberty."
"My boy, Liberty does not come from colors, they only show party,
and all the liberty you can get out of them is, liberty to get drunk
at other people's expense, liberty to ride to the poll in a dirty old cab,
liberty to abuse any one that does not wear your color,
and to shout yourself hoarse at what you only half-understand --
that's your liberty!"
"Oh, father, you are laughing."
"No, Harry, I am serious, and I am ashamed to see how men go on
who ought to know better. An election is a very serious thing;
at least it ought to be, and every man ought to vote according to
his conscience, and let his neighbor do the same."