Any fanciful way of naming the days would be bad, as too sharply
differentiating one day from another. What we must strive for in the
Dawn is that every day shall be as nearly as possible like every
other day. We must help the human units--these little pink slobbering
creatures of the Future whose cradle we are rocking--to progress not
in harsh jerks, but with a beautiful unconscious rhythm....

[Footnote 2: "Are We Going Too Fast?"]

[Footnote 3: "A Midwife For The Millennium." H.G. W*lls.]

[Footnote 4: "How To Be Happy Though Yet Unborn." H.G. W*lls.]

"There must be nothing corresponding to our Sunday. Sunday is a canker
that must be cut ruthlessly out of the social organism. At present
the whole community gets 'slack' on Saturday because of the paralysis
that is about to fall on it. And then 'Black Monday'!--that day when
the human brain tries to readjust itself--tries to realise that the
shutters are down, and the streets are swept, and the stove-pipe hats
are back in their band-boxes....

"Yet of course there must be holidays. We can no more do without
holidays than without sleep. For every man there must be certain
stated intervals of repose--of recreation in the original sense of the
word. My views on the worthlessness of classical education are perhaps
pretty well known to you, but I don't underrate the great service that
my friend Professor Ezra K. Higgins has rendered by his discovery[5]
that the word recreation originally signified a re-creating--i.e.,[6]
a time for the nerve-tissues to renew themselves in. The problem
before us is how to secure for the human units in the Dawn--these