The Raid of Dover: A Romance of the Reign of Woman, A.D. 1940Ford, Douglas Morey
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The Raid of Dover: A Romance of the Reign of Woman, A.D. 1940
Ford, Douglas Morey
Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Socialism -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- Great Britain -- Fiction
Thus was Great Britain reduced to the level of a third-rate Power--a
downfall not without precedent in the history of the world's great
empires. But sadder even than the accomplished downfall was the fact
that vast numbers of Britons had grown used to the situation, had so
lost the patriotic spirit and fibre of their forefathers that the loss
of race-dominance and of the mighty influence of good which Empire
had sustained, seemed to them of little moment compared with their
immediate individual advantage and petty personal interests.
CHAPTER III.
ABOARD THE AIR-SHIP.
"So you've made the young lady's acquaintance on the river?" remarked
the Judge, looking amusedly at his nephew.
"Yes," said Linton, "and the President's, ... in the garden."
"'Youth, youth, how buoyant are thy hopes,'" quoted Sir Robert,
chuckling.
"And," added the young man, with a slightly heightened colour, which
the gathering dusk failed to conceal, "they've promised me a trip in
their air-boat!"
Sir Robert groaned. "Air-boats! Wish they'd never been invented." He
flicked away the ash of his cigar and gazed at the first stars faintly
twinkling in the evening sky. They were sitting on the terrace, and the
September air was as balmy as the breath of June.
"Look!" exclaimed Herrick, springing to his feet, "don't you see one
over yonder?"
His uncle gazed and nodded. "And just imagine," he said, "what it will
mean when the present law expires and all restrictions are removed.
Everyone will want to be at liberty to 'aviate'; and as a consequence,
we shall want an enormous staff of air-police to control the upper
traffic and check outrage and robbery. I tell you, sir, the world's
going too fast. The thing won't work!"
"Everything will settle into shape in time," argued Linton, soothingly,
his eyes still following the evolutions of the air-boat with its
twinkling lights.
"Well, you're young, and may live to see it, but it won't be in my
day," sighed Sir Robert, "and I don't want it to be. Who wants an
air-ship calling for his parlour-maid at the attic window? Who wants
thieves sailing up to his balcony? And as to collapses and collisions
overhead--we've had some of 'em already--and it don't add to the gaiety
of nations or the comfort and security of the peaceful citizen down
below."
"It'll all come right, sir," said Herrick cheerfully.
"Perhaps it will and perhaps it won't," was his uncle's comment.
"It's not so much a question of individuals as of nations. How are we
going to regulate international commerce? The fiscal question, like
the Eastern question, will assume a wholly different character. You
may sail a ship, but you can't build custom houses in the air. What
about imports and exports? What about a hundred things that have been
governed hitherto by the broad fact that man and merchandise have only
been able to move about either on sea or land?"
"She's coming this way," exclaimed the inattentive Herrick.
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