an excerpt from REPORT TO MEGALOPOLIS: THE HISTORY OF ARCADIA, by Tod Davies (November 2016)

Making his report on his native land to the empire of Megalopolis.
Making his report on his native land to the empire of Megalopolis.


To the Lady Livia
Chief Consultant in Camera to the Council of Four
Chair for Life of the Campaign for Peace in Our Time
Governor General of the False Moon

My dear Livia,

For you know it is the honor of my life that you are, in fact, my dear friend—you who have shown all the worlds their way forward in a universe falling every day more dangerously into torpid entropy. You have had the vision (it’s been my privilege to watch you put your vision into action) to know what it is Man must do in order to maintain his necessary dominance over a—let’s face facts—terrifyingly unforgiving Natural World.

I’ve said it often enough in our private conversations: I heartily salute you and all your works, and I endeavor to supplement them with my own undoubtedly poor efforts. Even though you have been kind enough to call those efforts courageous…even heroic. But this was for you to say. Not I.

From my desire to participate in the great project of Megalopolis comes this modest report, paid for by the Megalopolitan Council of Four, for which grant money I am appropriately grateful. Should I gain my goal here, this work will cover all aspects of my native land: that is, ARCADIA. Such a report, as you and I have often discussed, has been needed for many perplexed years by every sector of Megalopolitan government—the ministries of finance and the arts, and, most of all, the military.

I will attempt to present all known information about the land of Arcadia here, in a concise and clear form, excluding no fact that could conceivably be of interest and use to the Megalopolitan mind. And, of course, to Megalopolitan plans for the future.

This is my goal. We’ll see if I reach it. Your keen eye will be the judge.

One caveat: I hope to sound good-humored, rather than aggrieved, at the lack of understanding accorded me in my native Arcadia. “No prophet honored in his own land,” as you, laughing, have often pointed out. How often have you and I touched on this subject! You’ve been kind enough to say that those who misunderstand and misinterpret the goals of the Megalopolitan project are more to be pitied than loathed, and I have come to agree with this wise point of view. Of those who deliberately misrepresent what you—what we—tirelessly try to achieve, for the good of all Mankind…well. About them, perhaps the less said the better. Although I will be forced to account for and dissect their opposition to the ideals of Megalopolis in the proper order and at the proper time. That they hate our freedoms is clear. How they mislead others to do so is less apparent.

I will say this here: I cannot help but wonder whether a constant diet of fairy stories such as Arcadia feeds its citizens—stories of centaurs, mermaids, magic spells, and miracles including angelic intervention—has been the downfall of that land. Educationally harmful as such teaching must be, could it be anything but inevitable that a populace fed such nonsense should prove so irredeemably stubborn? More than stubborn, silly? Nay, even so stupidly stubborn in its naiveté as to be rightly named wicked.

For how could it be otherwise than wicked to stand in the way of progress for All, in the name of what I could only call, had I found this thinking on an individual level, the product of a diseased mind.

This, then, is Arcadia. Land of fairy stories and wishful thinking. Land, alas, of my own birth. Let us see if, in naming its policies and their history, I can point a way to correct any imbalances found in them in the present day. My plan is to portray them clearly in all their childish idealism.

Along the way, of course, I will suggest important reforms: those reforms that Megalopolis is so well equipped to enforce.

Let us hope, dear friend, that the March of History continues in the rational manner we both honor. And that Megalopolis conquers, as Logic demands that it do.

For the good of All.

Whether they like it or not.


With respect and admiration always,
Your devoted friend and servant,

Aspern Grayling

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