It was at a particular moment in the history of my own rages that I sa >>
Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human st >>
Novelists do not write as birds sing, by the push of nature. It is par >>
Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human st >>
We are at heart so profoundly anarchistic that the only form of state >>
Every daring attempt to make a great change in existing conditions, ev >>
Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human state. If they are to be treated as anything but trivial exercises of the imagination. I suggest there is a simple test we can apply. We must forget the whole paraphernalia of social description, demonstration, expostulation, approbation, condemnation. We have to say to ourselves, How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?