An Englishman Looks at the World

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Герберт Уэллс. An Englishman Looks at the World

THE COMING OF BLÉRIOT

MY FIRST FLIGHT

OFF THE CHAIN

OF THE NEW REIGN

WILL THE EMPIRE LIVE?

THE LABOUR UNREST

THE GREAT STATE

THE NORMAL SOCIAL LIFE

THE COMMON SENSE OF WARFARE

THE CONTEMPORARY NOVEL

THE PHILOSOPHER'S PUBLIC LIBRARY

ABOUT CHESTERTON AND BELLOC

ABOUT SIR THOMAS MORE

TRAFFIC AND REBUILDING

THE SO-CALLED SCIENCE OF SOCIOLOGY

DIVORCE

THE SCHOOLMASTER AND THE EMPIRE

THE ENDOWMENT OF MOTHERHOOD

DOCTORS

AN AGE OF SPECIALISATION

IS THERE A PEOPLE?

THE DISEASE OF PARLIAMENTS

THE AMERICAN POPULATION

THE POSSIBLE COLLAPSE OF CIVILISATION

THE IDEAL CITIZEN

SOME POSSIBLE DISCOVERIES

THE HUMAN ADVENTURE

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Hitherto my only flights have been flights of imagination but this morning I flew. I spent about ten or fifteen minutes in the air; we went out to sea, soared up, came back over the land, circled higher, planed steeply down to the water, and I landed with the conviction that I had had only the foretaste of a great store of hitherto unsuspected pleasures. At the first chance I will go up again, and I will go higher and further.

This experience has restored all the keenness of my ancient interest in flying, which had become a little fagged and flat by too much hearing and reading about the thing and not enough participation. Sixteen years ago, in the days of Langley and Lilienthal, I was one of the few journalists who believed and wrote that flying was possible; it affected my reputation unfavourably, and produced in the few discouraged pioneers of those days a quite touching gratitude. Over my mantel as I write hangs a very blurred and bad but interesting photograph that Professor Langley sent me sixteen years ago. It shows the flight of the first piece of human machinery heavier than air that ever kept itself up for any length of time. It was a model, a little affair that would not have lifted a cat; it went up in a spiral and came down unsmashed, bringing back, like Noah's dove, the promise of tremendous things.

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In the latter case a great enterprise, forced to consider its "hands" as being also in their degree "heads," would include a department of technical and business instruction for its own people. From such ideas one passes very readily to the conception of guild-managed businesses in which the factor of capital would no longer stand out as an element distinct from and contrasted with the proprietorship of the workers. One sees the worker as an active and intelligent helper during the great portion of his participation, and as an annuitant and perhaps, if he has devised economies and improvements, a receiver of royalties during his declining years.

And concurrently with the systematic reconstruction of a large portion of our industries upon these lines there will have to be a vigorous development of the attempts that are already being made, in garden cities, garden suburbs, and the like, to re-house the mass of our population in a more civilised and more agreeable manner. Probably that is not going to pay from the point of view of the money-making business man, but we prosperous people have to understand that there are things more important and more profitable than money-making, and we have to tax ourselves not merely in money, but in time, care, and effort in the matter. Half the money that goes out of England to Switzerland and the Riviera ought to go to the extremely amusing business of clearing up ugly corners and building jolly and convenient workmen's cottages – even if we do it at a loss. It is part of our discharge for the leisure and advantages the system has given us, part of that just give and take, over and above the solicitor's and bargain-hunter's and money-lender's conception of justice, upon which social order ultimately rests. We have to do it not in a mood of patronage, but in a mood of attentive solicitude. If not on high grounds, then on low grounds our class has to set to work and make those other classes more interested and comfortable and contented. It is what we are for. It is quite impossible for workmen and poor people generally to plan estates and arrange their own homes; they are entirely at the mercy of the wealthy in this matter. There is not a slum, not a hovel, not an eyesore upon the English landscape for which some well-off owner is not ultimately to be blamed or excused, and the less we leave of such things about the better for us in that day of reckoning between class and class which now draws so near.

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