Never in the world!
Wayland has made a confession as well as a blunder.
By offering such a prize, he knows he is appealing to one of the strongest human passions—the passion for home-owning.
Every full-sexed girl instinctively feels that her destiny is Motherhood—and she plays with dolls, nurses them, kisses them, hugs them to her little bosom, calls them pet names, fondly dresses them in every beautiful way that her infant fancy can suggest, and rocks them to sleep in the tiny cradle. That is the God-given instinct of Motherhood.
Every full-sexed man, on the other hand, is born with a craving for his mate, and next to that, a home to put her in.
Individualism, crying aloud to me and to you, says “choose your mate and make her yours.” The idea of promiscuous mating is abhorrent. Collective mating would be hideous. You want individual mating. You want to separate your mate from every other woman and from every other man—and if another man invades your individual rights, you slay him like a dog.
There’s the natural feeling, the natural passion, the natural individuality—and everybody knows it.
This craving for individual mating with women, bases itself firmly on the individual home. Give me my mate, and let me take her to my home:—and you have consistency, you have nature, you have a foundation for home-life and all that flows from it—a foundation firm as the everlasting hills.
But the two go together. They are parts of the same system. Surrender one, and you endanger the other.
If you are a Collectivist—your logic will never stop at Collectivism in property only.