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He paused.

‘Mind,’ he began again, lifting one arm from the elbow, the palm of the hand outwards, so that, with his legs folded before him, he had the pose of а Buddha preaching in European clothes and without а lotus-flower – ‘Mind, none of us would feel exactly like this. What saves us is efficiency – the devotion to efficiency. But these chaps were not much account, really. They were no colonists; their administration was merely а squeeze, and nothing more, I suspect. They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force – nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others. They grabbed what they could get for the sake of what was to be got. It was just robbery with violence, aggravated murder on а great scale, and men going at it blind – as is very proper for those who tackle darkness. The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have а different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not а pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not а sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea – something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer а sacrifice to. . . .’