| J. B. PRIESTLEY |
| The only consolation that a democracy suggests... is that every member of the state has a chance of arriving at a share in the chief magistracy, and consequently of playing the tyrant in his turn. The real lost souls don't wear their hair long and play guitars. They have crew cuts, trained minds, sign on for research in a biological warfare, and don't give their parents a moment's worry. We cannot get grace from gadgets. In the bakelite house of the future, the dishes may not break, but the heart can. Even a man with ten shower baths may find life flat, stale and unprofitable. |