"Hasn't your imagination been caught by beautiful phrases, my boy?" asked the father. "In your new State of Ventura you will give to each man according to his needs?"
"Yes."
"And who will decide how much each one needs—the man who feels the need or the state?"
"The state, in the last resort."
"Exactly. And who will determine how large the service required of each man? Who will decide the question of ability?"
"The state, of course."
"Are you not cutting out a pretty big job for the state, remembering that the state is nothing more or less than a lot of ordinary second-rate politicians named Tom, Dick, and Harry, who individually or collectively haven't as much sense as you or I?"
"In the new world it will be different."
"Then you are going to import a new breed of men and women?"
"No, we will simply give the God in man a chance to be."