Sapiens was the Name
When I read, that Londoners are being urged by a group of doctors to dim masks this winter, to protect their noses and throats against Smog, a vision began to form in my mind of the citizen of the future. Besides a mask covering the lower half of his face, little scientific ear-muffs will save his ear- drums from being shattered by a continuous succession of supersonic bangs. Special goggles, enabling viewers to get the best out of the tiny television sets strapped to their wrists, will be widely worn, even by those not yet in possession of such sets. The minority who, whether from need or from eccen- tricity, still move about on their feet rather than on wheels will wear clogs impregnated against radio 'active dust. And the whole ensemble will, I surmise, be crowned by one of the little State hats, a standardised model introduced to iron out the invidious class distinctions between the bowler and the beret. Notices enjoining SILENCE, which are still seen in some clubs, will have disappeared; instead, sound-proof rooms will be pro- vided in which members, immune from the pervasive din, can, after removing their yashmaks and unplugging their ears, dis- cuss the ghastly topics of the day.
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