ButthoughIhavecometoapointwheretheproblemofaUtopiahasresolveditselfverysimplyintotheproblemofgovernmentanddirection, , , , atleast, Iunderstandhim, , andwherevermyreasoningceasestobeexplicitandfull, theslightestellipsis, themosttransitorydigression, , thoughIdoubtit, butalsohehatesmeprettydistinctly, , thatwhatcanbeexplainedshallbeexplained, andthatwhatcanbedonebycalculationandcertainmethodsshallnotbelefttochance, , , , , —goodhocktothemixedgin, porterandtreacleofhisemotions, , women, .
, whilewearestillwaitingthereforthepublicofficetodecideaboutus, , andwearewalkingbesidethelakeafteroursimpledinner."Abouthere," hesays, "thequayswouldrunandallthosebighotelswouldbealonghere, 'ssostrangetohaveseenthemsorecently, andnownottoseethematall....Wherehavetheygone?"
"Vanishedbyhypothesis."
"What?"
"Oh! They''swethathavecomehither."
"—— Youknow, therewasanavenueoflittletreesalongthisquaywithseats, andshewassittinglookingoutuponthelake....Ihadn'tseenherfortenyears."
Helooksabouthimstillalittleperplexed."Nowwearehere," hesays, "itseemsasthoughthatmeetingandthetalkwehadmusthavebeenadream."
Hefallsmusing.
Presentlyhesays: ", youknow, Ididn', tryingtocontrolmyself....ThenIturnedbackandsatdownbesideher, —...."
Thatseemstogivehimasortofsatisfactioneveninthereminiscence.
"Wetalkedforatimejustlikecasualacquaintances—abouttheviewandtheweather, andthingslikethat."
Hemusesagain.
"InUtopiaeverythingwouldhavebeendifferent," Isay.
"Isupposeitwould."
HegoesonbeforeIcansayanythingmore.
