The worst of it is that all this mollycoddling prolongs by a few years the existence of the very people "who are the strongest adherents of the "sick and die." The theory!
Presently some expected heir will say, "Why seventy? Let's make it sixty?" He will get others to take up the theory and the suggestion will be adopted. Why, already, the "Society for Boosting the Immature" is raising the cry, "too old at forty." Noah took his famous fasting trip when he was about three hundred and fifty, and, as far as I remember, never spent a day in a hospital nor received a penny of outdoor relief.
For the good of mankind, let's stop this dieting and fussing, kill the pessimists, convert the "black-coat doctors gang" into professional optimists, and all live on till the year two thousand. Those who haven't the pluck and determination to do it on their own account let them die—they are of no use.
Next Sunday the Duke of Manchester Explains Why There Must Always Be Social Distinction Even in Democracy. 