le for having told it, and, taking up his pen, began to write out
a list of horses that would win at the next race meeting. For he was a
book-maker's clerk.

In the mean time Penguinia gloried in its wealth. Those who produced the
things necessary for life, wanted them; those who did not produce them
had more than enough. "But these," as a member of the Institute said,
"are necessary economic fatalities." The great Penguin people had no
longer either traditions, intellectual culture, or arts. The progress
of civilisation manifested itself among them by murderous industry,
infamous speculation, and hideous luxury. Its capital assumed, as
did all the great cities of the time, a cosmopolitan and financial
character. An immense and regular ugliness reigned within it. The
country enjoyed perfect tranquillity. It had reached its zenith.

BOOK VIII. FUTURE TIMES

THE ENDLESS HISTORY

Alca is becoming Americanised.--M. Daniset.

And he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the
inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground.--Genesis
xix. 25

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Poverty hast ever been familiar to Greece, but virtue has been acquired,
having been accomplished by wisdom and firm laws.--Henry Cary's
Translation.

You have not seen angels then.--Liber Terribilis.

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We are now beginning to study a chemistry which will deal with effects
produced by bodies containing a quantity of concentrated energy the like
of which we have not yet had at our disposal.--Sir William Ramsay.

S. I

The houses were never high enough to satisfy them; they kept on making
them still higher and built them of thirty or forty storeys: with
offices, shops, banks, societies one above another; they dug cellars and
tunnels ever deeper downwards.

Fifteen millions of men laboured in a giant town by the light of beacons
which shed forth their glare both day and night. No light of heaven
pierced through the smoke of the factories with which the town was girt,
but sometimes the red disk of a rayless sun might be seen riding in the
black firmament through which iron bridges ploughed their way, and from
which there descended