Looking Backward From 2000 to 1887 HTML version

Chapter 1
I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857. "What!" you say, "eighteen
fifty-seven? That is an odd slip. He means nineteen fifty-seven, of course." I beg pardon,
but there is no mistake. It was about four in the afternoon of December the 26th, one day
after Christmas, in the year 1857, not 1957, that I first breathed the east wind of Boston,
which, I assure the reader, was at that remote period marked by the same penetrating
quality characterizing it in the present year of grace, 2000.
These statements seem so absurd on their face, especially when I add that I am a young
man apparently of about thirty years of age, that no person can be blamed for refusing to
read another word of what promises to be a mere imposition upon his credulity.
Nevertheless I earnestly assure the reader that no imposition is intended, and will
undertake, if he shall follow me a few pages, to entirely convince him of this. If I may,
then, provisionally assume, with the pledge of justifying the assumption, that I know
better than the reader when I was born, I will go on with my narrative. As every
schoolboy knows, in the latter part of the nineteenth century the civilization of to-day, or
anything like it, did not exist, although the elements which were to develop it were
already in ferment. Nothing had, however, occurred to modify the immemorial division
of society into the four classes, or nations, as they may be more fitly called, since the
differences between them were far greater than those between any nations nowadays, of
the rich and the poor, the educated and the ignorant. I myself was rich and also educated,
and possessed, therefore, all the elements of happiness enjoyed by the most fortunate in
that age. Living in luxury, and occupied only with the pursuit of the pleasures and
refinements of life, I derived the means of my support from the labor of others, rendering
no sort of service in return. My parents and grand- parents had lived in the same way, and
I expected that my descendants, if I had any, would enjoy a like easy existence.
But how could I live without service to the world? you ask. Why should the world have
supported in utter idleness one who was able to render service? The answer is that my
great-grandfather had accumulated a sum of money on which his descendants had ever
since lived. The sum, you will naturally infer, must have been very large not to have been
exhausted in supporting three generations in idleness. This, however, was not the fact.
The sum had been originally by no means large. It was, in fact, much larger now that
three generations had been supported upon it in idleness, than it was at first. This mystery
of use without consumption, of warmth without combustion, seems like magic, but was
merely an ingenious application of the art now happily lost but carried to great perfection
by your ancestors, of shifting the burden of one's support on the shoulders of others. The
man who had accomplished this, and it was the end all sought, was said to live on the
income of his investments. To explain at this point how the ancient methods of industry
made this possible would delay us too much. I shall only stop now to say that interest on
investments was a species of tax in perpetuity upon the product of those engaged in
industry which a person possessing or inheriting money was able to levy. It must not be
supposed that an arrangement which seems so unnatural and preposterous according to