regarded as "experts", a claim "proper enough in a hairdresser or a
fashionable physician, but indecent in a philosopher or a man of science."
But in spite of the refreshing rationality with which Mr. Wells has
indicated this, it must also be said that he himself has fallen
into the same enormous modern error. In the opening pages of that
excellent book MANKIND IN THE MAKING, he dismisses the ideals of art,
religion, abstract morality, and the rest, and says that he is going
to consider men in their chief function, the function of parenthood.
He is going to discuss life as a "tissue of births." He is not going
to ask what will produce satisfactory saints or satisfactory heroes,
but what will produce satisfactory fathers and mothers. The whole is set
forward so sensibly that it is a few moments at least before the reader
realises that it is another example of unconscious shirking. What is the good
of begetting a man until we have settled what is the good of being a man?
You are merely handing on to him a problem you dare not settle yourself.
It is as if a man were asked, "What is the use of a hammer?" and answered,
"To make hammers"; and when asked, "And of those hammers, what is
the use?" answered, "To make hammers again". Just as such a man would
be perpetually putting off the question of the ultimate use of carpentry,
so Mr. Wells and all the rest of us are by these phrases successfully
putting off the question of the ultimate value of the human life.

The case of the general talk of "progress" is, indeed,
an extreme one. As enunciated today, "progress" is simply
a comparative of which we have not settled the superlative.
We meet every ideal of religion, patriotism, beauty, or brute
pleasure with the alternative ideal of progress--that is to say,
we meet every proposal of getting something that we know about,
with an alternative proposal of getting a great deal more of nobody
knows what. Progress, properly understood, has, indeed, a most