I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. It had committed suicide. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease, a balanced society with security and-permaneney as its watchword, it had attained its hopes- to come to this at last. Once, life and property must have reached almost absolute safety. The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfori, the toiler assured of his life and work. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem, no social question left unsolved. And a great quiet had followed.