Then one can’t make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.
As forme, you wonder why I am a socialist. I’ll tell you. It is because socialism is inevitable; because the present rotten and irrational system cannot endure; because the day is past for your man on horseback. The slaves won’t stand for it. They are too many, and willy-nilly they’ll drag down the would-be equestrian before ever he gets astride. You can’t get away from them, and you’ll have to swallow the whole slave-morality. It’s not a nice mess, Ill allow. But it’s been a-brewing and swallow it you must.