None of these established their empires out of mere lack of basic necessity, yet they certainly used that cause as a pretext to grow their armies. Hitler, Stalin, and Mao being the heavy hitters, showed centralisation for its true colours. We might forgive Bellamy's ignorance of the actual 20th century which lived out the horrors of collectivism in its several guises of fascism, socialism, and communism. Bellamy's hopeful reverie is a falsehood conjured by Darwin and Marx directly, the likes of which is the bait that every tyrant dangles over the downtrodden and ignorant masses unknowingly yearning to be born of the Spirit and not of the flesh. In the vernacular we call him "spoiled." When he does not have his prideful passions constrained (most effectively with a swat on the bottom), he is intolerable as an infant and, if left unchecked, becomes a self-entitled menace to society the like of which this philosophy seems to have currently produced an army. Have you ever met a child? One who has been provided every physical, and indeed, emotional support and care still consistently seeks to assert himself above all others. We humans do not display our corruption merely to supply our physical necessities. I say heaven because that is the only place that the selfish and deceptive nature of the human heart can be transformed into altruistic, generous benevolence toward others. Indeed, his detailed description of the utopic society belongs, as he says, to heaven. In his 1888 novel Bellamy foists his idyllic lie that it is only the corrupt institutions of man that have driven poverty, despair, and evil. Perhaps as interesting as the facts he reveals and the opinions he records about Dickens and George Eliot, politics and the civil service are the judgments he passes on his own character. Trollope looks back on his life with satisfaction. His efforts resulted in over sixty books, a sizable fortune, and fame, and his autobiography. and disciplined himself to write 250 words every fifteen minutes has become part of literary legend. How he paid his groom to wake him every morning at 5:30 a.m.
But he had inherited his mother's determination, and managed later to carve out a successful career in the General Post Office while devoting every spare moment to writing. He was the victim of vicious bullying at Harrow and Winchester. Trollope was born in 1815, the product of a formidable mother and a tragically unsuccessful father who was socially ambitious for his sons. But he was also the author of one of the most fascinating autobiographies of the nineteenth century. Anthony Trollope is most famous for his portrait of the professional and landed classes of Victorian England, especially in his Palliser and Barsetshire novels.
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