A Modest Proposal The Proposer (Narrator) Quotes

It is a melancholy object to walk through this great town, or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads, and cabin doors crowded with beggars of the female sex, followed by three, four, or six children, all in rags and all importuning every passenger for an alms. (1)

Who are "they" in this scenario? The narrator is aligning himself with one of the classes, but which one?

These mothers, instead of being able to work for their honest livelihood, are forced to employ all their time in strolling to beg for sustenance for their helpless infants, who, as they grow up, either turn thieves for want of work, or leave their dear native country to fight for the Pretender in Spain, or sell themselves to the Barbados. (1)

It's clear that the moms are all about helping their kids survive. The narrator will later insinuate that caring about children is a privilege only awarded to the upper classes.

But my intention is very far from being confined to provide only for the children of professed beggars; it is of a much greater extent, and shall take in the whole number of infants at a certain age who are born of parents in effect as little able to support them as those who demand our charity in the streets. (3)

There's a fuzzy line separating the children of beggars and the children of poor Irish citizens. In other words, it was pretty common to be poor in Ireland.

'Tis true, a child just dropped from its dam may be supported by her milk for a solar year with little other nourishment, at most not above the value of two shillings. (4)

Notice how Swift is comparing a human child to a baby animal. He's buttering up his readers for the big proposal.

The number of souls in this kingdom being usually reckoned one million and a half, of these I calculate there may be about two hundred thousand couple whose wives are breeders, from which number I subtract thirty thousand couple who are able to maintain children, although I apprehend there cannot be as many under the present distresses of the kingdom. (6)

Get ready for a bunch of numbers. This was actually one of Swift's big gripes: people were viewed as numbers and not… well, people.

I am assured by our merchants that a boy or a girl before twelve years old is no saleable commodity […] which cannot turn account either to the parents or the kingdom, the charge of nutriment and rags having been at least four times that value. (8)

Pre-teens: what are they good for? The narrator later contradicts himself to make a halfhearted argument about using them to replace deer meat.

I do therefore humbly offer it to public consideration that of the hundred and twenty thousand children already computed, twenty thousand may be reserved for breed, whereof only one fourth part to be males, which is more than we allow to sheep, black cattle, or swine. (11)

The level of detail is meant to be shocking. You don't suggest that kids can be raised for food without going all the way with the metaphor.

I have already computed the charge of nursing a beggar's child (in which list I reckon all cottagers, labourers, and four fifths of farmers) to be about two shillings per annum, rags included. (14)

Cottagers were generally known as people who lived in the country. If you were a kid who didn't live in the city, you were out of luck.

Those who are more thrifty (as I must confess the times require) may flay the carcass, the skin of which, artificially dressed, will make admirable gloves for ladies and summer boots for fine gentlemen. (15)

Swift brings a new meaning to kidskin gloves. But seriously, one of Swift's pet peeves was spending too much time and money on appearance.

I desire those politicians who dislike my overture, and perhaps be so bold to attempt an answer, that they will first ask the parents of these mortals whether they would not at this day think it a great happiness to have been sold for food at a year old in the manner I prescribe. (34)

If you couldn't read, you probably didn't get to contribute to the discussion of Ireland's problems.

There is likewise another great advantage in my scheme, that it will prevent those abortions, and that horrid practice of women murdering their bastard children, alas, too frequent among us, sacrificing the poor innocent babes, I doubt, more to avoid the expense than the shame. (5)

This is the only line in which the narrator sympathizes with Irish children, calling them "poor innocent babes." Of course, he goes on to make his proposal only half a page later.

I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food. (10)

What kind of reaction do you think this would provoke in a reader?

[…] although I rather recommend buying the children alive and dressing them hot from the knife, as we do roasting pigs. (16)

The narrator's lack of empathy is chilling. Why does he provide so many gory details?

And besides, it is not improbable that some scrupulous people might be apt to censure such a practice (although indeed very unjustly) as a little bordering upon cruelty, which, I confess, hath always been with me the strongest objection against any project, however well intended. (17)

Who are these scrupulous people? The narrator doesn't exactly seem like the type to object against cruelty.

Some persons of a desponding spirit are in great concern about that vast number of poor people who are aged, diseased, or maimed, and I have been desired to employ my thoughts what course may be taken to ease the nation of so grievous an encumbrance. (18)

The narrator suggests he's only one of many who are concerned about the old and sick. In real life, Swift was upset because no one was stepping up to help.

But I am not in the least pain upon that matter because it is very well known that they are every day dying and rotting by cold and famine, and filth and vermin, as fast as can be reasonably expected. (18)

Notice the shift in tone from the last quote. The narrator shows he can switch off concern and turn his attention to making money.

Fifthly, this food would likewise bring great customs to taverns […] frequented by all the fine gentlemen who justly value themselves upon their knowledge in good eating. (24)

The wealthy value good taste in food as opposed to holding traditional values—you know, the ability to tell between right and wrong.

I can think of no one objection that will possibly be raised against this proposal, unless it should be urged that the number of people will be thereby much lessened in the kingdom. (28)

Way to say what everyone else is thinking, Narrator. Swift knows that his readers are looking for an easy solution to the overpopulation crisis.

For this kind of commodity will not bear exportation, the flesh being of too tender a consistence to admit a long continuance in salt, although perhaps I could name a country which would be glad to eat up our whole nation without it. (30)

Swift loves to hate on England any chance he gets.

I profess in the sincerity of my heart that I have not the least personal interest in endeavoring to promote this necessary work, having no other motive than the public good of my country. (35)

The narrator paints himself as a true patriot, willing to sacrifice children for the common good. Wait, what's wrong with this picture again?