Shall I tell you how I felt in talking with him?
I seemed to be holding a dialogue with the twentieth century, and you may think what that means.' 'Ah, it's a long way off, Hubert.' 'I wish it were farther.

The man was openly exultant; he stood for Demos grasping the sceptre.

I am glad, mother, that you leave Wanley before the air is poisoned.' 'Mr.Mutimer does not see that side of the question ?' 'Not he! Do you imagine the twentieth century will leave one green spot on the earth's surface ?' 'My dear, it will always be necessary to grow grass and corn.' 'By no means; depend upon it.

Such things will be cultivated by chemical processes.

There will not be one inch left to nature; the very oceans will somehow be tamed, the snow-mountains will be levelled.