The train passed along the banks of great rivers, through manufacturing cities which concealed the sky with the smoke from their chimneys, towns black in the day, towns red at night, full of noise by day and full of noise also by night.
"Here," thought the doctor, "is a people far too much engaged in industry and trade to make war.

I am already certain that the New Atlantans pursue a policy of peace.

For it is an axiom admitted by all economists that peace without and peace within are necessary for the progress of commerce and industry." As he surveyed Gigantopolis, he was confirmed in this opinion.

People went through the streets so swiftly propelled by hurry that they knocked down all who were in their way.

Obnubile was thrown down several times, but soon succeeded in learning how to demean himself better; after an hour's walking he himself knocked down an Atlantan.
Having reached a great square he saw the portico of a palace in the Classic style, whose Corinthian columns reared their capitals of arborescent acanthus seventy metres above the stylobate.
As he stood with his head thrown back admiring the building, a man of modest appearance approached him and said in Penguin: "I see by your dress that you are from Penguinia.