??207: Chapter 141: Utopia (4K4)_3
207: Chapter 141: Utopia (4K4)_3
“Is that so?” Dickens frowned as he caressed the book cover, “But…
but I think the Utopia in this book seems quite nice, isn’t it the kind of world everyone wants?”
When Arthur heard this, he rely raised an eyebrow, “I thought the sa in the beginning, but having experienced so much happening around here, and after encountering certain individuals, as well as conversing with an old friend of mine, my view has changed sowhat now.”
Unable to hold back, Dickens pressed on, “Isn’t Utopia what people are after?”
“Certainly not.”
Arthur leaned back in his chair, “Well, how should I explain this to you?
For most people, what they want is complex.
They desire anarchist individual freedom, Utopian social welfare, chauvinistic national policy, militaristic international interactions, capitalist market economy, nihilistic work attitude, and feudalistic views on marriage.
Oh, and most importantly, the sexual openness of primitive societies.”
As soon as Arthur finished, the Red Devil sitting on the counter couldn’t hold back, slapping his thigh and roaring with laughter, his tongue nearly rolling out, “Arthur!
You’ve finally seen through it all!”
Hearing this, Dickens’s face suddenly twisted in confusion, “Then what would it be like if all these were realized?”
“I don’t know,” Arthur shrugged, “Anyway, I think this thing, probably even God wouldn’t satisfy them.
But if they could beco the king of Great Britain, and they could promise the Parliant to abstain from ddling in dostic and international policies, then the Cabinet might just reluctantly agree to their demands.
But Charles, as you know, Great Britain has twenty million people, and yet there’s only one king, so our biggest problem now is how to find forty trillion subjects for our twenty million kings.”
Hearing this, Dickens asked, puzzled, “So if they can’t beco kings, these things won’t change?”
“Change, they must change,” Arthur said, “But if they don’t give up so of their demands, none of the aforentioned claims can be fulfilled.
You know, Britain is a cesspool now, and there are people in this cesspool telling them that just by acquiring the right to vote, they can fulfill all their demands, but in reality, they don’t plan on actually giving them the right to vote.”
The workers have always been deceived and even revel in it, which is not a good sign.
I think they should be fighting for so factory legislation or sothing now, especially when they’re at their highest value in the eyes of the Whig Party.
So things, if not demanded now, will simply be too late.”
At this, Dickens lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then he sighed deeply.
He pulled out a notebook from the canvas bag he carried and began, “Never mind these disheartening matters.
Arthur, you know I have been covering Parliant interviews recently, regarding the list of Cabinet mbers the Whig Party is preparing.
I have so information from the mouths of the MPs here; are you interested in that?”
Upon hearing this, Arthur blinked, “If you don’t mind telling
about it, I would certainly like to hear it.”
Dickens flipped open his notebook, massaged his temples, and started reading, “If nothing goes wrong, once the Tory Party steps down and the Whig Party takes over the governnt.
Then, one of the three major seats in the Cabinet, the position of Ho Secretary, could erge from amongst Viscount Palrston, Viscount lbourne, the Duke of Bedford, and his brother Lord John Russell…”
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