In this new England, work has become what one would call in the
kindergarten “busy work”: in the simplification of the standard of
living and the release from the pressure of artificially stimulated
wants, the main business of getting a living is easily performed,
and the chief concern of everyone is to do his work under the
pleasantest conditions possible--a demand which brings back many of
the handicrafts, and places a great premium on manual skill. Although
the mechanical arts have been improved in certain directions, for in
his trip up the Thames our guest meets with a barge driven by some
internal engine, let us say by electricity, a good many devices have
been allowed to fall into disuse, because, although the output in goods
might be greater, the work itself and the way of life it promotes
are not so beneficial as the simple methods of hand labor. In every
direction, simplicity and direct action and the immediate supply and
interchange of goods out of local produce, has taken the place of
the monstrously complicated system of traffic that prevailed in the
earlier imperialistic world. Work is given freely, and the proceeds of
work exchanged freely, as a man might give of his goods and services
nowadays when he welcomes a friend within his own house. A great
part of the energy of this new community has gone into building; and
architecture, sculpture, and painting flourish in the townhalls and
common dining halls of which each village boasts.
It follows from this that the big cities have disappeared. London
is again a congeries of villages, mingled in great woodlands and
meadows where in the summer children roam about and camp and pick up
the simple occupations of rural life. Of all the proud monuments of
London that the nineteenth century left, only the Houses of Parliament
remain, as a storage-place for dung. There are shops, where one takes
for the asking, and there are common halls where people eat and have
conversation, as they do now in restaurants--only these new hostels are
beautiful, spacious, and well-served.
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