SIR,—Although I am only in my late thirties, I dislike
most things about the present age: the cult of ugliness in everything from women's fashions to furniture and buildings; the all-pervading noise; the official vandalism; the decadence in the arts; and above all, the spoliation of town and country and coastline by the insatiable demands of the motorist.
I prefer walking to car-riding and footpaths to roads, remoteness and peace to crowds and traffic. I look back with nostalgia to the days before the war for their comparative peace and sanity, and with envy to those I never knew before the coming of the motor-car and the aeroplane.
These are not popular or fashionable tastes among my generation,• but people having them need friends of their own age and the companionship of like minds as much as anyone else; and I should be interested to know if others of my mind have found any way of making contact with kindred spirits of their own generation.
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