“How many houses now have character-personality?  Most people let the different dealers choose for them, as it is.  Why not let the Standard Household-Effect Company, and finally the state?  I am sure that either would choose much more wisely than people choose for themselves, in the few cases where they even seem to choose for themselves.  In most interiors the appointments are without fitness, taste, or sense; they are the mere accretions of accident in the greater number of cases; where they are the result of design, they are worse.  I see what you mean by character and personality in them.  You mean the sort of madness that let itself loose a few years ago in what was called household art, and has since gone to make the junk-shops hideous.  Each of the eternal-womanly was supposed suddenly to have acquired a talent for decoration and a gift for the selection and arrangement of furniture, and each began to stamp herself upon our interiors.  One painted a high-shouldered stone bottle with a stork and stood it at the right corner of the mantel on a scarf; another gilded the bottle and stood it at the left corner, and tied the scarf through its handle.  One knotted a ribbon around the arm of a chair; another knotted it around the leg.  In a day, an hour, a moment, the chairs suddenly became angular, cushionless, springless; and the sofas were stood across corners, or parallel with the fireplace, in slants expressive of the personality of the presiding genius.  The walls became all frieze and dado; and instead of the simple and dignified ugliness of the impersonal period our interiors abandoned themselves to a hysterical chaos, full of character.  Some people had their doors painted black, and the daughter or mother of the house then decorated them with morning-glories.  I saw such a door in a house I looked at the other day, thinking I might hire it.  The sight of that black door and its morning-glories made me wish to turn aside and live with the cattle, as Walt Whitman says.  No, the less we try to get personality and character into our household effects the more beautiful and interesting they will be.  As soon as we put the Standard Household-Effect Company in possession and render it a relentless monopoly, it will corrupt a competent architect and decorator in each of our large towns and cities, and when you hire a new house these will be sent to advise with the eternal-womanly concerning its appointments, and tell her what she wants, and what she will like; for at present the eternal womanly, as soon as she has got a thing she wants, begins to hate it.  The company’s agents will begin by convincing her that she does not need half the things she has lumbered up her house with, and that every useless thing is an ugly thing, even in the region of pure aesthetics.  I once asked an Italian painter if he did not think a certain nobly imagined drawing-room was fine, and he said ‘Si.  Ma troppa roba.’  There were too many rugs, tables, chairs, sofas, pictures; vases, statues, chandeliers.