Yet another form of insanity was that shown by the Socialists.Like most of their fellow passengers in the last coach, the majority of these individuals appeared to be of perfectly sound mind.Upon entering into conversation with them one found that they reasoned correctly and even brilliantly.They had divided their favourite subject into three parts.First; an exact definition of the condition known as Poverty.Secondly; a knowledge of the causes of Poverty; and thirdly, a rational plan for the cure of Poverty.Those who were opposed to them always failed to refute their arguments, and feared, and nearly always refused, to meet them in fair fight - in open debate -preferring to use the cowardly and despicable weapons of slander and misrepresentation.The fact that these Socialists never encountered their opponents except to defeat them, was a powerful testimony to the accuracy of their reasonings and the correctness of their conclusions -and yet they were undoubtedly mad.One might converse with them for an indefinite time on the three divisions of their subject without eliciting any proofs of insanity, but directly one inquired what means they proposed to employ in order to bring about the adoption of their plan, they replied that they hoped to do so by reasoning with the others!
Although they had sense enough to understand the real causes of poverty, and the only cure for poverty, they were nevertheless so foolish that they entertained the delusion that it is possible to reason with demented persons, whereas every sane person knows that to reason with a maniac is not only fruitless, but rather tends to fix more deeply the erroneous impressions of his disordered mind.
The wagonette containing Rushton and his friends continued to fly over the road, pursued by the one in which rode Crass, Bill Bates, and the Semi-drunk; but notwithstanding all the efforts of the drunken driver, they were unable to overtake or pass the smaller vehicle, and when they reached the foot of the hill that led up to Windley the distance between the two carriages rapidly increased, and the race was reluctantly abandoned.
When they reached the top of the hill Rushton and his friends did not wait for the others, but drove off towards Mugsborough as fast as they could.
Crass's brake was the next to arrive at the summit, and they halted there to wait for the other two conveyances and when they came up all those who lived nearby got out, and some of them sang `God Save the King', and then with shouts of `Good Night', and cries of `Don't forget six o'clock Monday morning', they dispersed to their homes and the carriages moved off once more.
At intervals as they passed through Windley brief stoppages were made in order to enable others to get out, and by the time they reached the top of the long incline that led down into Mugsborough it was nearly twelve o'clock and the brakes were almost empty, the only passengers being Owen and four or five others who lived down town.By ones and twos these also departed, disappearing into the obscurity of the night, until there was none left, and the Beano was an event of the past.
