"We were making the future," he said, "and hardly any of us troubled to think what future we were making.

And here it is!" "What have they got to, what has been done?
How do I come into the midst of it all ?" The vastness of street and house he was prepared for, the multitudes of people.

But conflicts in the city ways! And the systematised sensuality of a class of rich men! He thought of Bellamy, the hero of whose Socialistic Utopia had so oddly anticipated this actual experience.

But here was no Utopia, no Socialistic state.

He had already seen enough to realise that the ancient antithesis of luxury, waste and sensuality on the one hand and abject poverty on the other, still prevailed.