Disraeli had dared from the first to be great, at the cost of a terrible Toad of debt and anxieties that would have overwhelmed a leas resilient' nature. And now he felt, for the first time, assured of some sort of greatness, THe had taken of all his handicaps, his race, his birth, his want of the conven tional education, and had decided that they could not prevent him conquering. Money, what did it matter, always providing the sheriff's officer could be dodged? "Rascal counters," what were they but means to the great and? "Nothing," he makes the ruined Coningsby say, "is great but the Personal... Brains every day become more' precious than blood Greatness no longer de-Ponds on rentals, the world is too rich; nor on pedigrees, the world is too knowing.
"And what is it man?" he asks in another place. "In it a Minister of State? Is it a victotiows General?" A gentleman. in the Windsor uniform? A. Field Marshal covered with stars? Ts It a Prelate, or a Prince? A King, even an Emperor? It may be all there: yet. these, ax we must all daily feel, are not necessarily ferent men. A "great man is one who affects the whether cloister agitating Christendom, or a Monarch crossing the Graniens snd ving new character to the param Hie made members of Parl Ottcers, Poor Law ing of greta pete ite, ces Sone ith vanes oe? er oR a hen vie fcumuche "of man The Hebrews of Politics "Suppose yourself inn dozen years chief court, {ity sat hin being always Took Peete rei a an of Nat bran iptomatints ae the Hebei of There something of the same gallant. spirit in "Vivian Gros," fixed with a juvenile cynicism and tnserupulousness.. But Disraeli was only a lsd when be wre "Vivian Grey." while he was a in carly middle age when he 170- slueed "Coningsby." He was an} menpiceas writer in the former
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