"Ants don't raise their myriads by a struggle, do they?
Or the bees ?" "Oh, if you go back to insects--and want to live in an anthill--! I tell you the higher grades of life are reached only through struggle--combat.
There's no Drama here.

Look at their plays! They make me sick." He rather had us there.

The drama of the country was--to our taste--rather flat.

You see, they lacked the sex motive and, with it, jealousy.

They had no interplay of warring nations, no aristocracy and its ambitions, no wealth and poverty opposition.
I see I have said little about the economics of the place; it should have come before, but I'll go on about the drama now.
They had their own kind.