Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“Yes,” answered the doctor, “I understand that in a general way; but I
did not suppose everybody was rich, as it is certain everybody must be
to own such palaces as these.”
“You are still wrong,” said Thorwald. “We have no such distinctions as
rich and poor. All our cities are of this character, only there is great
variety in the residences and in the way in which the streets and lots
are laid out. These places that we are passing are inferior to many,
but no houses are built that are at all mean or uncomfortable. Indeed,
I think we have to-day passed some of the poorest that I know of. As
to the word city, we use it only as a convenient expression. It really
means nothing more than a certain locality, for, as I told you at the
beginning of our conversation, we have no need of government of any
kind. In some sections one city runs into another, so that the whole
country is filled with the beauty and delight of the landscape which you
see about you.”
“But,” asked the doctor, “with the population spread out in this
marvelous way, is there room for everybody?”
“Oh, yes,” answered Thorwald. “All the surface of our planet is brought
into use; the waste places are reclaimed, and there is abundant room for
all. And now, as this pleasant air and easy motion seem to be agreeable
to you, we may as well ride slowly for a while longer.
“In your intercourse with us you will find it is never necessary for us
to hurry when, for any good reason, we choose to loiter, and, therefore,
if you care to hear me talk, I will take the time to correct another
wrong impression you seem to have.
“You spoke, Doctor, about the people owning these houses. No one owns
them.”
“Do they belong to the state?” asked the doctor.
“There is no state.”
“Well, this is a curious condition of affairs,” resumed the doctor.
“Here is valuable property belonging to no one and no government
to claim it. I should think anyone that happened along could take
possession.”
“Now you are right,” said Thorwald. “That is just the state of the case.
It is with houses and all other property as I told you it was with this
carriage. All the right one has to any object is the right to use it.
Everything that has been produced by art and skill is just as free as
the bounties of nature, such as air and water and land, which of course
no one would ever dream of subjecting to private ownership.”
The doctor winced as he heard Thorwald include land among these free
bounties of nature, and the expression of his face did not escape the
quick eye of the Martian, who exclaimed:
“So you earth-dwellers are still in the habit of buying and selling
land, are you?”
“That was the practice when we left home,” replied the doctor. “And I
cannot understand how we can do differently. Your views of property are
so strange to us that I am sure my companion will join me in asking you
to explain them more fully.”
“I certainly do,” I said.
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