"Are you happy, Richard?" she asked as they walked along the beach under the moonlight. Only this time it wasn't anything like the film. There was no secret anarcho-primitivist society in some beautiful hidden beach paradise. In fact, there was no beach. There was just reality: responsibilities, priorities, plans, ambitions.
Yes, The Beach, an entirely voluntary society, peaceful, with sustainable resources, but if you get bitten by a shark then you will die. There will be no hospital, no healthcare and no technology. Then there will be that realization that Françoise is not real. That she is a concept, an archetype, a collage of ideal qualities embodied in one's consciousness.