This was in truth not living; it was scarcely even existing, and they felt that it was too little for the price they paid. They were willing to work … - Upton Sinclair

Life on board the Oriole exemplified the old-time saying: “Whose bread I eat, his song I sing

..there was nothing to do but to dig away at the base of this mountain of ignorance and prejudice. You must keep at the poor fellow; you must hold your temper, and argue with him, and watch for your chance to stick an idea or two into his head. And the rest of the time you must sharpen up your weapons- you must think out new replies to his objections and provide yourself with new facts to prove to him the folly of his ways.

Truly it seemed that a great people had gone mad; but it is a fact well known to alienists that you cannot convince a madman of his own condition, and only make him madder by trying.