ABSTRACT
T H E protagonists of heredity insist that the child should be allowed to select his great-grandparents; but a more practical demand would be that he should have the privilege of recasting the history of the world since the Industrial Revolution, if not since the murder of Abel. If the newcomer could do that he might have a chance at a wholesome life. As things are, however, not even a perfect heredity can do much to offset the gripping, cramping, binding, warping influences with which a sightless or a perverse social environment overwhelms each new generation and kills the possibility of a competent humanity.
