“Perhaps,” I said, “some silent electrical process will be contrived, so that the attractions of a new line of dress-goods or the fascination of a spring or fall opening may be imparted to a lady’s consciousness without even the agency of words.  All other facts of commercial and industrial interest could be dealt with in the same way.  A fine thrill could be made to go from the last new book through the whole community, so that people would not willingly rest till they had it.  Yes, one can see an indefinite future for advertising in that way.  The adsmith may be the supreme artist of the twentieth century.  He may assemble in his grasp, and employ at will, all the arts and sciences.”

“Yes,” said my friend, with a sort of fall in his voice, “that is very well.  But what is to become of the race when it is penetrated at every pore with a sense of the world’s demand and supply?”

“Oh, that is another affair.  I was merely imagining the possible resources of invention in providing for the increase of advertising while guarding the integrity of the planet.  I think, very likely, if the thing keeps on, we shall all go mad; but then we shall none of us be able to criticise the others.  Or possibly the thing may work its own cure.  You know the ingenuity of the political economists in justifying the egotism to which conditions appeal.  They do not deny that these foster greed and rapacity in merciless degree, but they contend that when the wealth-winner drops off gorged there is a kind of miracle wrought, and good comes of it all.  I never could see how; but if it is true, why shouldn’t a sort of ultimate immunity come back to us from the very excess and invasion of the appeals now made to us, and destined to be made to us still more by the adsmith?  Come, isn’t there hope in that?”

“I see a great opportunity for the wofsmith in some such dream,” said my friend.  “Why don’t you turn it to account?”

“You know that isn’t my line; I must leave that sort of wofsmithing to the romantic novelist.  Besides, I have my well-known panacea for all the ills our state is heir to, in a civilization which shall legislate foolish and vicious and ugly and adulterate things out of the possibility of existence.  Most of the adsmithing is now employed in persuading people that such things are useful, beautiful, and pure.  But in any civilization they shall not even be suffered to be made, much less foisted upon the community by adsmiths.”

“I see what you mean,” said my friend; and he sighed gently.  “I had much better let you write about spring.”

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF PLAGIARISM