Perfection CityOrpen, Adela E. (Adela Elizabeth Richards)
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Perfection City
Orpen, Adela E. (Adela Elizabeth Richards)
Communal living -- Fiction; Kansas -- Fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“It seems to me,” said Ezra in a shy hesitating manner, “that what we
are here for is to demonstrate, if we can, how a better life can be
lived here than is possible in the older communities, where
circumstances are too strong and too hampering for people to rise above
them. The older civilization has done much, it has raised our race to a
high standard. What we want to do is to carry on that work, and above
all to bring everyone within reach of the best that life has to offer.
The older civilization has left so many stranded ones, who have lost
their strength in the wild struggle; while we hope to bring all along
equally and give to each a share of happiness. As usual, my friends,
when I try to express my ideas I find that someone else has already put
them into incomparably finer language than I can ever command. It has
been so again. I find that our great poet, Walt Whitman, has said better
than I can what I feel. May I quote him to you?
‘Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!’”
Ezra sat down after reciting his verse, and his wife looked at him with
glowing eyes. He had not said much, but his words had seemed to her so
much fuller of thought and feeling than the easy monotonous flow from
Brother Wright. That individual himself had not received Ezra’s remarks
with quite so much delight. It was Brother Wright’s nature to see fight
and contradiction in all things, even the most pacific. His eyes would
flash and his black beard bristle in argument, almost as if he were a
dog preparing to fight, and if one might be permitted to liken any
Pioneer to one of the canine species, the bull-dog would undoubtedly be
the variety most nearly resembling Brother Wright.
“I don’t see that we need be beholden to anyone, poet or otherwise,” he
said sharply, “for our opinions or sentiments. We have found them for
ourselves, just as we have founded our City. It is our work, both
opinions and practice.”
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