To what end?
The pessimist answers what easier than the demolition of a sexless world gone entirely mad?
How simple the engineries of destruction.

Civil war in America; universal hara-kiri in Europe; the dry rot of wealth wasting itself in self-indulgence.

Then a thousand years of total eclipse.

Finally Macaulay's Australian surveying the ruins of St.Paul's Cathedral from a broken parapet of London Bridge; and a Moslem conqueror of America looking from the hill of the Capitol at Washington upon the desolation of what was once the District of Columbia.

Shall the end be an Oriental renaissance with the philosophies of Buddha, Mohammed and Confucius welded into a new religion describing itself as the last word of science, reason and common sense?
Alas, and alack the day! In those places where the suffering rich most do congregate the words of Watts' hymn have constant application: _For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do._ When they have not gone skylarking or grown tired of bridge they devote their leisure to organizing clubs other than those of the uplift.