"The old-fashioned small enterprises had their disadvantages, but--mind you--these gigantic trusts....

Isn't that so, General ?" "Oh, I quite agree with you," the general barked; "at the same time...." Their voices sounded on, intermingling, indistinguishable, soothing even.

I seemed to be listening to the hum of a threshing-machine--a passage of sound booming on one note, a passage, a half-tone higher, and so on, and so on.

Visible things grew hazy, fused into one another..