, those are really at one with them all in their thorough and instinctive hostility to every form of society other than that of the herd (to the extent even of repudiating the notions master and servant ni dieu ni maitre, says a socialist formula); at one in their tenacious opposition to every special claim, every special right and privilege (this means ultimately opposition to right, for when all are equal, no one needs rights any longer); at one in their distrust of punitive justice (as though it were a violation of the weak, unfair to the consequences of all former society); but equally at one in their religion of sympathy, in their compassion for all that feels, lives, and suffers (down to the very animals, up even to God the extravagance of sympathy for God belongs to a democratic age); altogether at one in the cry and impatience of their sympathy, in their deadly hatred of suffering generally, in their almost feminine incapacity for witnessing it or it; at one in their involuntary beglooming and heart softening, under the spell of which Europe seems to be threatened with a new Buddhism; at one in their belief in the morality of sympathy, as though it were morality in itself, the climax, the climax of mankind, the sole hope of the future, the consolation of the present, the great discharge from all the obligations of the past; altogether at one in their belief in the community as the in the herd, and therefore in themselves.