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That this volume may be so fortunate as to find readers whose interest in the subject shall incline them to overlook the deficiencies of the treatment is the hope in which the author steps aside and leaves Mr. Julian West to speak for himself. Chapter 1 I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857. "What!" you say, "eighteen fifty-seven? That is an odd slip. He means nineteen fifty-seven, of course." I beg pardon, but there is no mistake. It was about four in the afternoon of December the 26th, one day after Christmas, in the year 1857, not 1957, that I first breathed the east wind of Boston, which, I assure the reader, was at that remote period marked by the same penetrating quality characterizing it in the present year of grace, 2000. These statements seem so absurd on their face, especially when I add that I am a young man apparently of about thirty years of age, that no person can be blamed for refusing to read another word of what promises to be a mere imposition upon his credulity. Nevertheless I earnestly assure the reader that no imposition is intended, and will undertake, if he shall follow me a few pages, to entirely convince him of this. If I may, then, provisionally assume, with the pledge of justifying the assumption, that I know better than the reader when I was born, I will go on with my narrative. As every schoolboy knows, in the latter part of the nineteenth century the civilization of to-day, or anything like it, did not exist, although the elements which were to develop it were already in ferment. Nothing had, however, occurred to modify the immemorial division of society into the four classes, or nations, as they may be more fitly called, since the differences between them were far greater than those between any nations nowadays, of the rich and the poor, the educated and the ignorant. I myself was rich and also educated, and possessed, therefore, all the elements of happiness enjoyed by the most fortunate in that age. Living in luxury, and occupied only with the pursuit of the pleasures and refinements of life, I derived the means of my support from the labor of others, rendering no sort of service in return. My parents and grand- parents had lived in the same way, and I expected that my descendants, if I had any, would enjoy a like easy existence. But how could I live without service to the world? you ask. Why should the world have supported in utter idleness one who was able to render service? The answer is that my great-grandfather had accumulated a sum of money on which his descendants had ever since lived. The sum, you will naturally infer, must have been very large not to have been exhausted in supporting three generations in idleness. This, however, was not the fact. The sum had been originally by no means large.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781544087269 |
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| Publisher: | CreateSpace Publishing |
| Publication date: | 03/16/2017 |
| Pages: | 202 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.43(d) |
About the Author
Edward Bellamy (1850-1898) was an American author, journalist, and activist. He was a Nationalist, and his work inspired the establishment of many Nationalist clubs throughout the United States. Bellamy’s most popular work, Looking Backward, was one of the bestsellers of his time, and inspired political action from the readers. The year before he died, Bellamy published a sequel to Looking Backward called Equality that addressed issues overlooked in the original novel. Throughout his prolific career, Edward Bellamy used his talent to advocate for social justice and inspire political change.
Table of Contents
| Introduction | 7 | |
| Suggestions for Further Reading | 29 | |
| A Note on the Text | 31 | |
| Looking Backward | 35 |
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