people who know better or who ought to know better.
In the same way, in the light of that rough working example, I may say that just as the evil is not identical with democracy, so it is not identical with drabness or dullness or all that used to be associated with the industrial movement. Personally I deplore the industrial movement in a great many ways; but it is not true that this particular evil that I am talking about is merely drab or dull. When industrialism first arose there was for about a generation or two in England, and I dare say in America and other places that were affected by the industrial revolution specially, a curious kind of reaction against beauty, a violent contempt for it, which is one of the most curious psychological passages in the history of mankind. Of course, we all know that the traces of that unashamed ugliness still remain. The long rows of brick houses in the industrial towns that were built at that time still remain. The plans of the machines and factories still remain. The costume even, at any rate in my own unfortunate sex, is still largely modelled upon that period. We still wear trousers, as a rule, and a stubborn and heaven-defying few still wear "bowlers," but those are, I think, already something in the nature of relics and traditions.
In justice to the present movement and the evils in it that I am attempting to point out, I think it is only fair to say that I do not think that that sort of definite brutal ugliness is in the least likely to be characteristic of the next generation. The picture of the girl who rejoices in the schoolgirl complexion is not an ugly picture. The style of advertisement
