Civilization, Western -- Fiction; France -- Civilization -- Fiction; Penguins -- Fiction; Satire
Upon the whole, this social order seemed the most firmly established
that had yet been seen, at least among kind, for that of bees and ants
is incomparably more stable. Nothing could foreshadow the ruin of a
system founded on what is strongest in human nature, pride and
cupidity. However, keen observers discovered several grounds for
uneasiness. The most certain, although the least apparent, were of an
economic order, and consisted in the continually increasing amount of
over-production, which entailed long and cruel interruptions of labour,
though these were, it is true, utilized by the manufacturers as a means
of breaking the power of the workmen, by facing them with the prospect
of a lock-out. A more obvious peril resulted from the physiological
state of almost the entire population. “The health of the poor is what
it must be,” said the experts in hygiene, “but that of the rich leaves
much to be desired.” It was not difficult to find the causes of this.
The supply of oxygen necessary for life was insufficient in the city,
and men breathed in an artificial air. The food trusts, by means of the
most daring chemical syntheses, produced artificial wines, meat, milk,
fruit, and vegetables, and the diet thus imposed gave rise to stomach
and brain troubles. The multi-millionaires were bald at the age of
eighteen; some showed from time to time a dangerous weakness of mind.
Over-strung and enfeebled, they gave enormous sums to ignorant
charlatans; and it was a common thing for some bath-attendant or other
trumpery who turned healer or prophet, to make a rapid fortune by the
practice of medicine or theology. The number of lunatics increased
continually; suicides multiplied in the world of wealth, and many of
them were accompanied by atrocious and extraordinary circumstances,
which bore witness to an unheard of perversion of intelligence and
sensibility.
Another fatal symptom created a strong impression upon average minds.
Terrible accidents, henceforth periodical and regular, entered into
people’s calculations, and kept mounting higher and higher in
statistical tables. Every day, machines burst into fragments, houses
fell down, trains laden with merchandise fell on to the streets,
demolishing entire buildings and crushing hundreds of passers-by.
Through the ground, honey-combed with tunnels, two or three storeys of
work-shops would often crash, engulfing all those who worked in them.
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