In England, More Than In Any Other

The Central Industry Of Modern Civilisation, Tending, Because Of Its Control Over Materials, To Spread Into And Ultimately Incorporate Older Industries Such As Mining, Smelting, Oil- Refining, Textiles, Rubber, Building, And Even Agriculture In Respect To Fertilizers And Food Processing.

Hunger And Sex Still Dominate The Primitive Mammalian Side Of Human Existence, But At The Present Time It Looks As If Humanity Were Within Sight Of Their Satisfaction. Permanent Plenty, No Longer A Utopian Dream, Awaits The Arrival Of Permanent Peace.

We Academic Scientists Move Within A Certain Sphere, We Can Go On Being Useless Up To A Point, In The Confidence That Sooner Or Later Some Use Will Be Found For Our Studies. The Mathematician, Of Course, Prides Himself On Being Totally Useless, But Usually Turns Out To Be The Most Useful Of The Lot. He Finds The Solution But He Is Not Interested In What The Problem Is: Sooner Or Later, Someone Will Find The Problem To Which His Solution Is The Answer.

A Part Of Sexuality May Go To Research, And A Much Larger Part Must Lead To Aesthetic Creation. The Art Of The Future Will, Because Of The Very Opportunities And Materials It Will Have At Its Command, Need An Infinitely Stronger Formative Impulse Than It Does Now.

The Very Bulk Of Scientific Publications Is Itself Delusive. It Is Of Very Unequal Value; A Large Proportion Of It, Possibly As Much As Three-quarters, Does Not Deserve To Be Published At All, And Is Only Published For Economic Considerations Which Have Nothing To Do With The Real Interests Of Science.