rogressive nations. Ours are already so far behind modern
requirements that much of our practice and our profession cannot
be reconciled without illegitimate casuistry. It seems to me
that few things are more needed by us in England than a revision
of our religion, to adapt it to the intelligence and needs of
this present time.... Evolution is a grand phantasmagoria, but it
assumes an infinitely more interesting aspect under the knowledge
that the intelligent action of the human will is, in some small
measure, capable of guiding its course. Man has the power of
doing this largely, so far as the evolution of humanity is
concerned; he has already affected the quality and distribution
of organic life so widely that the changes on the surface of the
earth, merely through his disforestings and agriculture, would be
recognizable from a distance as great as that of the moon.
Eugenics is a virile creed, full of hopefulness, and appealing to
many of the noblest feelings of our nature."

As will always happen in every great movement, a few fanatics
have carried into absurdity the belief in the supreme religious
importance of procreation. Love, apart from procreation, writes
one of these fanatics, Vacher de Lapouge, in the spirit of some
of the early Christian Fathers (see _ante_ p. 509), is an
aberration comparable to sadism and sodomy. Procreation is the
only thing that matters, and it must become "a legally prescribed
social duty" only to be exercised by carefully selected persons,
and forbidden to others, who must, by necessity, be deprived of
the power of procreation, while abortion and infanticide must,
under some circumstances, become compulsory. Romantic love will
disappear by a process of selection, as also will all religion
except a new form of phallic worship (G. Vacher de Lapouge, "Die
Crisis der Sexuellen Moral," _Politisch Anthropologische Revue_,
No. 8, 1908). It is sufficient to point out that love is, and
always must be, the natural portal to generation. Such excesses
of procreative fanaticism cannot fail to occur, and they render
the more necessary the emphasis which has here been placed on the
art of love.

"What has posterity done for me that I should do anything for posterity?"
a cynic is said to have asked. The answer is very simple. The human race
has done everything for h