Ceres," said the mistress of the house, "your constituency is one of the finest in Alca." "And there are fresh improvements made in it every day, Madame." "Unfortunately, it is impossible to take a stroll through it any longer," said M.Boutourle.
"Why ?" asked M.Ceres.
"On account of the motors, of course." "Do not give them a bad name," answered the Deputy.

"They are our great national industry." "I know.

The Penguins of to-day make me think of the ancient Egyptians.
According to Clement of Alexandria, Taine tells us--though he misquotes the text--the Egyptians worshipped the crocodiles that devoured them.
The Penguins to-day worship the motors that crush them.

Without a doubt the future belongs to the metal beast.

We are no more likely to go back to cabs than we are to go back to the diligence.