"Nobody would dare bring up kids that way."
"People already have dared. A school in England does it. A school for difficult kids—not the socially elite specimens. And they turn out fine. Normal; and nice people. Which is something you definitely cannot say of the kids turned out by our own reform schools."
"It's hard to believe," Tom said.
"Isn't it! That's the trouble with truth—these days."
We went on talking for a long while about the better world.
As we designed it, that hot night, I kept thinking how much of our envisioned heaven-on-earth was constituted of what are now considered to be mortal sins.
By and by, Tom said, "Half the doctors in the Utopia would be psychiatrists—right?"
"No."
"Doesn't it follow—in your idea of the state of things? Half the people who go to doctors, you say, have psychological causes for their physical symptoms. And I'd just about agree. Half the hospital beds are occupied by nuts."
"The better world, though, is designed to keep people from getting neuroses and psychoses—individually. And to stop the massive neuroses and psychoses of nations and races."