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William Guest, a Victorian socialist, falls asleep in Hammersmith and wakes around the twenty-first century to find the Thames clean enough for salmon. He travels upriver by boat to a hay harvest near Kelmscott, meeting people who are puzzled by his talk of money, wages, and prisons. At the harvest feast he fades back into his own grimy century, having seen a society where people cannot imagine why anyone would work only for pay.
Labour is not burdensome by nature. It becomes a torment when it is split into repetitive, profit-driven tasks with no control over the result. When people make whole, useful, beautiful things at their own pace and choose their own occupations, work turns into a primary source of pleasure. That removes the need for wages or coercion as incentives.
Most of what Victorian society called crime came from private property, inheritance, and enforced marriage contracts. Once goods are held in common and relationships are free, theft has no point and fewer grievances build up to violence. The occasional violent act is then treated as a sad mistake the community deals with through remorse and forgiveness. Prisons and courts have nothing left to do.
How a society treats its rivers, towns, and countryside shows its values more honestly than its laws or rhetoric do. Industrial capitalism shows itself in smoke, slums, and a filthy Thames. A free, cooperative society shows itself in clean water, dispersed villages, and buildings made with care. Beauty in the everyday environment becomes a measurable sign of whether people live well.