THIS Utopia of Lytton's strikes one as a, very up-to-date affair; with- its absence of war (which has become sheer annihilation), its manual labour done by automata, and its women as the-stronger sex, it must be honoured on the shelves of Capek and H. G. Wells. At the sarao time it is difficult for the normal man to envisage a country where no work exists, where politics are a farce because they cannot be brought to their ultimate conclusion in war, and where there is no, literature because there is nothing to write about.