The problem of the future is a question of the strongest poison-gas.

Which is certainly a very sure way out of our vicious circle.
There is no way out of a vicious circle, of course, except breaking the circle.

And since the mother-child relationship is to-day the viciousest of circles, what are we to do?
Just wait for the results of the poison-gas competition presumably.
Oh, ideal humanity, how detestable and despicable you are! And how you deserve your own poison-gases! How you deserve to perish in your own stink.
It is no use contemplating the development of the modern child, born out of the mental-conscious love-will, born to be another unit of self-conscious love-will: an ideal-born beastly little entity with a devil's own will of its own, benevolent, of course, and a Satan's own seraphic self-consciousness, like a beastly Botticelli brat.
Once we really consider this modern process of life and the love-will, we could throw the pen away, and spit, and say three cheers for the inventors of poison-gas.

Is there not an American who is supposed to have invented a breath of heaven whereby, drop one pop-cornful in Hampstead, one in Brixton, one in East Ham, and one in Islington, and London is a Pompeii in five minutes! Or was the American only bragging?
Because anyhow, whom has he experimented on?
I read it in the newspaper, though.

London a Pompeii in five minutes.