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-[THE MACHINE STOPS ... E.M. Forster](http://archive.ncsa.illinois.edu/prajlich/forster.html):
-
- And of course she had studied the civilization that had immediately preceded
- her own - the civilization that had mistaken the functions of the system, and
- had used it for bringing people to things, instead of for bringing things to
- people. Those funny old days, when men went for change of air instead of
- changing the air in their rooms!
-
- [...]
-
- Few travelled in these days, for, thanks to the advance of science, the earth
- was exactly alike all over.
-
- [...]
-
- What was the good of going to Peking when it was just like Shrewsbury? Why
- return to Shrewsbury when it would all be like Peking? Men seldom moved their
- bodies; all unrest was concentrated in the soul.
-
- [...]
-
- Beneath those corridors of shining tiles were rooms, tier below tier, reaching
- far into the earth, and in each room there sat a human being, eating, or
- sleeping, or producing ideas. And buried deep in the hive was her own room.
-
- [...]
-
- But the Committee of the Mending Apparatus now came forward, and allayed the
- panic with well-chosen words. It confessed that the Mending Apparatus was
- itself in need of repair.
-
- [...]
-
- There were gradations of terror- at times came rumours of hope-the Mending
- Apparatus was almost mended-the enemies of the Machine had been got under- new
- "nerve-centres" were evolving which would do the work even more magnificently
- than before.
-
- [...]
-
- "I have seen them, spoken to them, loved them. They are hiding in the midst and
- the ferns until our civilization stops. Today they are the Homeless - tomorrow
- ------ "