I desire to relate the exact circumstances connected with certain
recent events. It is generally known that they caused one deplorable
Death--one of our own Society, although not a Physician of the
HOUSE. I shall have to explain, before I begin the narrative,
certain points in our internal management which may differ from the
customs adopted elsewhere. We of the Later Era visit each other so
seldom that differences may easily grow up. Indeed, considering the
terrible dangers of travel--how, if one walks, there are the perils of
unfiltered water, damp beds, sprained ankles, byrsitis of the knee,
chills from frosts and showers; or if one gets into a wheeled vehicle,
the wheels may fall off, or the carriage may be overturned in a
ditch.... But why pursue the subject? I repeat, therefore, that I must
speak of the community and its order, but that as briefly as may be.
The Rebels have been driven forth from the Pale of Humanity to wander
where they please. In a few years they will be released--if that
has not already happened--by Death from the diseases and sufferings
which will fall upon them. Then we shall remember them no more. The
centuries will roll by, and they shall be forgotten; the very mounds of
earth which once marked the place of their burial will be level with
the ground around them. But the HOUSE and the Glory of the
HOUSE will continue.
Thus perish all the enemies of Science!
The City of Canterbury, as it was rebuilt when Socialism was finally
established, has in its centre a great Square, Park, or Garden, the
central breathing-place and relaxation ground of the City. Each side
is exactly half a mile in length. The Garden, thus occupying an area
of a fourth of a square mile, is planted with every kind of ornamental
tree, and laid out in flower-beds, winding walks, serpentine rivers,
lakes, cascades, bridges, grottos, summer-houses, lawns, and everything
that can help to make the place attractive. During the summer it is
thronged every evening with the people. On its west side has been
erected an enormous Palace of glass, low in height, but stretching
far away to the west, covering an immense area. Here the heat is
artificially maintained at temperatures varying with the season and the
plants that are in cultivation. In winter, frost, bad weather, and in
rain, it forms a place of recreation and rest. Here grow all kinds of
fruit-trees, with all kinds of vegetables, flowers, and plants. All the
year round it furnishes, in quantities sufficient for all our wants, an
endless supply of fruit; so that we have a supply of some during the
whole year, as grapes, bananas, and oranges; others for at least half
the year, as peaches, strawberries, and so forth; while of the commoner
vegetables, as peas, beans, and the like, there is now no season, but
they are grown continuously. In the old times we were dependent upon
the changes and chances of a capricious and variable climate. Now,
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