I don't suppose there will often be need to put this law in motion.
The children of the Dawn, remember, will not be the puny self-ridden
creatures that we are. They will not say, 'Is this what I want to
do?' but 'Shall I, by doing this, be (a) harming or (b) benefiting--no
matter in how infinitesimal a degree--the Future of the Race?'

"Sunday must go. And, as I have hinted, the progress of mankind will
be steady proportionately to its own automatism. Yet I think there
would be no harm in having one--just one--day in the year set aside as
a day of universal rest--a day for the searching of hearts. Heaven--I
mean the Future--forbid that I should be hide-bound by dry-as-dust
logic, in dealing with problems of flesh and blood. The sociologists
of the past thought the grey matter of their own brains all-sufficing.
They forgot that flesh is pink and blood is red. That is why they
could not convert people....

"The five-hundredth and last day of each year shall be a General
Cessation Day. It will correspond somewhat to our present Christmas
Day. But with what a difference! It will not be, as with us, a mere
opportunity for relatives to make up the quarrels they have picked
with each other during the past year, and to eat and drink things that
will make them ill well into next year. Holly and mistletoe there will
be in the Municipal Eating Rooms, but the men and women who sit down
there to General Cessation High-Tea will be glowing not with a facile
affection for their kith and kin, but with communal anxiety for the
welfare of the great-great-grand-children of people they have never
met and are never likely to meet.

"The great event of the day will be the performance of the ceremony of
'Making Way.'