THE NEW UTOPIA

IHAD spent an extremely interesting evening.I

had dined with some very “advanced” friends of

mine at the “ National Socialist Club.”We had an excellent dinner: the pheasant, stuffed with truffles, was a

poem; and when I

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Chateau Lafitte was worth the price we had to pay for it, I do not see what more I can add in its favour, After dinner, and over the cigars (I must say they do know how to stock good cigars at the National Socialist Club), we had a

very instructive discussion about the coming equality of man and the nationalisation of capital. I was not able to take much part in the argument myself, because, having been left when a boy in a position which rendered it necessary for me to earn my own living, I have never enjoyed the time and opportunity to study these questions. But I listened very attentively while my friends explained how, for the thousands of centuries during