English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
“You mean smaller, sir, do you not? Not perhaps so much smaller as
you might expect; but it is still nicely down. You see, the Patriotic
Party, including even those Pontificals whose private practice most
discouraged all that sort of thing, began at once to urge propagation.
But their propaganda was, as one may say, brain-spun; and at once
bumped-up--pardon the colloquialism--against the economic situation.
The existing babies, it is true, were saved; the trouble was rather
that the babies began not to exist. The same, of course, obtained in
every European country, with the exception of what was still, in a
manner of speaking, Russia; and if that country had but retained its
homogeneity, it would soon by sheer numbers have swamped the rest
of Europe. Fortunately, perhaps, it did not remain homogeneous. An
incurable reluctance to make food for cannon and impose further burdens
on selves already weighted to the ground by taxes, developed in the
peoples of each Central and Western land; and in the years from 1920 to
1930 the downward curve was so alarming in Great Britain that if the
Patriotic Party could only have kept office long enough at a time they
would, no doubt, have enforced conception at the point of the bayonet.
Luckily or unluckily, according to taste, they did not; and it was left
for more natural causes to produce the inevitable reaction which began
to set in after 1930, when the population of the United Kingdom had
been reduced to some twenty-five millions. About that time commerce
revived. The question of the land had been settled by its unconscious
abandonment, and people began to see before them again the possibility
of supporting families. The ingrained disposition of men and women to
own pets, together with ‘the good of trade,’ began once more to have
its way; and the population rose rapidly. A renewed joy in life, and
the assurance of not having to pay the piper, caused the slums, as they
used to be called, to swarm once more, and filled the communal crèches.
And had it not been for the fact that any one with physical strength,
or love of fresh air, promptly emigrated to the Sister Nations on
attaining the age of eighteen we might now, sir, be witnessing an
overcrowding equal to that of the times before the Great Skirmish. The
movement is receiving an added impetus with the approach of the Greater
Skirmish between the Teutons and Mongolians, for it is expected that
trade will boom and much wealth accrue to those countries which are
privileged to look on with equanimity at this great new drama, as the
editors are already calling it.”
“In all this,” said the Angel Æthereal, “I perceive something rather
sordid.”
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