The little fellow : the life and work of Charles Spencer Chaplin (1951)

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155 fused babble of words that had no meaning. But he was relieved to see his men shoulder arms. The rhythm of their movement brought to life again the rhythm of his brain. Again, he called out. The men presented arms. But during the pause which followed, hurried steps were heard in the prison yard. The officer knew at once; it was the reprieve. He came to himself at once. "Stop ! " he shouted frantically to the firing squad. Six men held a gun. Six men had been trained through rhythm. Six men, hearing the shout "Stop ! ", fired. 4. THE FINAL SPEECH IN THE GREAT DICTATOR : LET US UNITE "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an Emperor — that's not my business. I don't want to rule or to conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone, if possible — Jew and Gentile, Black, White. We should all want to help one another; human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich, and can provide for everyone. The way of life could be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls; has barricaded the world with hate. It has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much, and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities life would be violent, and all would be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man, cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all. Even now, my voice is reaching millions throughout the world — millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of the system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those that can hear me I say, do not despair. The misery that is upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. Hate of man will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.