No, madam, industrialism and vested interests have got us! Bar the most strenuous national heroism, there's nothing for it now but the garden city!" "Then if we WERE all heroic, 'the Land' could still be saved ?" Mr.Cuthcott smiled.
"Of course we might have a European war or something that would shake everything up.

But, short of that, when was a country ever consciously and homogeneously heroic--except China with its opium?
When did it ever deliberately change the spirit of its education, the trend of its ideas; when did it ever, of its own free will, lay its vested interests on the altar; when did it ever say with a convinced and resolute heart: 'I will be healthy and simple before anything.

I will not let the love of sanity and natural conditions die out of me!' When, Miss Freeland, when ?" And, looking so hard at Nedda that he almost winked, he added: "You have the advantage of me by thirty years.

You'll see what I shall not--the last of the English peasant.

Did you ever read 'Erewhon,' where the people broke up their machines?
It will take almost that sort of national heroism to save what's left of him, even." For answer, Nedda wrinkled her brows horribly.