There is a land where illness, ugliness and bad luck are punishable crimes, whereas thieves and murderers receive compassionate medical attention; where boys are taught the impractical in a College of Unreason; where unusable wealth is stored in Musical Banks, and perhaps the most unfortunate of all - the tedious - are sent to a hospital for incurable bores. The land is Erewhon, an anagram of nowhere and the scene of a remarkable sattire by Samuel Butler.
