In a world where the gap between the haves and have-nots has become a chasm, where the homeless freeze in the shadows of luxury towers, and where policymakers speak of the poor in tidy statistics and abstract fiscal projections, Jonathan Swift's masterpiece of ironic rage returns with a terrifying relevance. Written in 1729 as a response to the heartless treatment of Ireland's starving masses, A Modest Proposal presents its argument with impeccable logic: that the children of the poor might be raised as food for the rich. The narrator, a model of Enlightenment rationality, offers meticulous calculations costs per child, weights at one year, recipes for preparation all to demonstrate the cold, mathematical sense of his scheme. It is only gradually that the reader realizes: this is not a solution. It is an indictment.