“And what was more, he had grown to like the troglodytes, these fierce, unfashionable expatriates. What was fine in them, their refusal to conform, their independence, their moral courage, was their own; what was weak, their instability, hopelessness and predatory friendships, was the result of a system: of the clumsy capitalist world that exalts money-making and poisons leisure, that suppresses talent, starves its artists, and persecutes its sexual dissenters, that denies opportunity, infects charity, and encourages only the vulgarity of competition, the triumphs, the suspicion, the heart-break of the acquisitive life.”