Showing posts with label joseph weil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joseph weil. Show all posts

Monday, March 25, 2013

Joseph Vile's Conversion

She and her mother were devout members of the Sacramento Congregational Church in Chicago. With them I attended services every Sunday. The minister had a forceful delivery, using a clever choice of
words to sway his audience. 

This set me to thinking. I said to myself, "Joe, you are not capable of hard physical work. You're too fraiL Whatever you accomplish in life must be done through words. You have that ability. You can
make words beautiful and scenic. What marble is to sculpture, what canvas is to painting, words can be to you. You can use them to influence others. You can make them earn your living for you."

That minister must have been psychic. He must have realized that my heart had not been given over to God, but that I was seeking a career to further my own ends. However, he gave me a list of books to read.

First was the Bible. I read through it, then the other volumes he had recommended. I supplemented these with books of my own choice. I studied the lives of Moses, Buddha, and Mohammed. I secured a copy of the Catholic Encyclopedia and read that.

The net result was that I lost all desire to become a pulpiteer. There were so many inconsistencies I could not reconcile that I became an iconoclast. I arrived at these conclusions: Man has all the bestiality of the animal, but is cloaked with a thin veneer of civilization; he is inherently dishonest and selfish; the honest man is a rare specimen indeed.



And the best part : (Don't you love such an honest man?:)

However, my reading firmly convinced me of the power of words.
I felt that its proper use could lead me to fortune. In that I was to be
right. The use of words led me to many fortunes.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The True Root of All Evil

From Joseph Weil's narrative :

During this time, I met a beautiful girl. I called on her regularly
and, before long, we were engaged to be married.

One day I took her to meet my folks. My mother looked her over
and approved. She called me to one side.

"Joe," Mother whispered, "she is a beautiful girl. But she is a
girl for a rich man. She should not be a poor man's wife."

"And I'm not going to be a poor man!" I replied. "I will give her
everything she wants."

Having seen my parents struggle for their existence — my mother
got up at five in the morning to open the store — I knew that such
a life was not for me. Further, I had seen how much more money
was being made by skulduggery than by honest toil.