Three years ago I had lunch with Mr. H. G. Wells. We were discussing the world, and more particularly the ideal world which is so often pictured in his books. I told him frankly that I did not believe in this march of humanity towards a glorious future, and asked him whether he also was not beginning to have doubts about it. He replied that it was a question of time, and that the events of a hundred years were of little importance on the scale of man's existence on this earth. One must not, therefore, be dismayed if the progress were slow and interrupted from time to time by temporary retrograde movements. Still, he admitted that there were certain disquieting features in the present situation. He complained of our tendency to tinker with our difficulties, when a wholesale and radical change of method was required. To give point to his remarks he contrasted the attitude of a Frenchman to machinery with that which he believed to be characteristic of the American.