There the effect sought is the unadulterated delight of pure astonishment. The Utopian writer does not want to be impossible. He is not a realist, no, but he is serious. Another sort of fable which releases us from reality lies closer to the Utopias. These are the worlds beyond death, the Heavens and the Paradises of simple-minded folk.
Most heavens are restful.
The Red Indians' Hunting Grounds and the Islamic Paradise have a certain flavor of active enjoyment about them, but the common atmosphere of Heaven is a glow of evening restfulness. There are two equally sound reasons why I should not attempt to give you a comprehensive account of all the Utopias in existence. One is that I haven't the necessary time, and the other that I haven't the necessary learning. It is altogether a vast literature. There are multitudes of Utopias I have heard about and never read, and there must be multitudes I have never heard of.