He forced wares on the natives which they did not want, and took their natural products in 'exchange,' as this form of robbery was called, and thereby he 'created new wants,' to supply which (that is, to be allowed to live by their new masters) the hapless, helpless people had to sell themselves into the slavery of hopeless toil so that they might have something wherewith to purchase the nullities of 'civilisation.' Ah," said the old man, pointing the dealings of to the Museum, "I have read books and papers in there, telling strange stories indeed of civilisation (or organised misery) with 'non-civilisation'; from the time when the British Government deliberately sent blankets infected with small-pox as choice gifts to inconvenient tribes of Red-skins, to the time when Africa was infested by a man named Stanley, who--" "Excuse me," said I, "but as you know, time presses; and I want to keep our question on the straightest line possible; and I want at once to ask this about these wares made for the World-Market--how about their quality; these people who were so clever about making goods, I suppose they made them well ?" "Quality!" said the old man crustily, for he was rather peevish at being cut short in his story; "how could they possibly attend to such trifles as the quality of the wares they sold?
The best of them were of a lowish average, the worst were transparent make-shifts for the things asked for, which nobody would have put up with if they could have got anything else.
It was a current jest of the time that the wares were made to sell and not to use; a jest which you, as coming from another planet, may understand, but which our folk could not." Said I: "What! did they make nothing well ?" "Why, yes," said he, "there was one class of goods which they did make thoroughly well, and that was the class of machines which were used for making things.

These were usually quite perfect pieces of workmanship, admirably adapted to the end in view.

So that it may be fairly said that the great achievement of the nineteenth century was the making of machines which were wonders of invention, skill, and patience, and which were used for the production of measureless quantities of worthless make- shifts.

In truth, the owners of the machines did not consider anything which they made as wares, but simply as means for the enrichment of themselves.

Of course the only admitted test of utility in wares was the finding of buyers for them--wise men or fools, as it might chance." "And people put up with this ?" said I.
"For a time," said he.
"And then ?" "And then the overturn," said the old man, smiling, "and the nineteenth century saw itself as a man who has lost his clothes whilst bathing, and has to walk naked through the town." "You are very bitter about that unlucky nineteenth century," said I.
"Naturally," said he, "since I know so much about it." He was silent a little, and then said: "There are traditions--nay, real histories--in our family about it: my grandfather was one of its victims.
If you know something about it, you will understand what he suffered when I tell you that he was in those days a genuine artist, a man of genius, and a revolutionist." "I think I do understand," said I: "but now, as it seems, you have reversed all this ?" "Pretty much so," said he.