Airmonger

Check thy self, thou Air-monger; that with a madding thought, thus chasest fleeting shadows.

Thus Men puff up themselves as big as Pride and Vanty can make them, with a conceit of their own Meritoriousness; tho it be a sordid thing for a man to be the Herald of his own Praise: But it may be said of these Airmongers as it is of the Cameleon, which is […] Nothing but Lungs […]

At the same time, we would be no Marxists but philistines and air-mongers if we failed to take into consideration the other side of the question — the inevitability and exceptional importance for socialist construction of the material incentive of the masses with regard to the fruit of their work.

It seemed that I was only an air-monger who built castles in the air. I failed! I lost! I was weak!

She would be muttering to the ewes—Where has that old airmonger gone now? What daydreams have taken him wandering?