'...Man's creation had gone past him, he was bound on a mechanic wheel and the wheel was due to plunge downward, carrying him with it. All were sated and none satisfied. Civilisation was loaded with an insufferable burden, the wrong sort of plenty. The shoddy replica of everything the heart can desire in the bargain basement. The simulacrum of every human emotion on sale in the cinema. Man's greed enlarged out of all proportion by constant stimulus. The swollen belly of an undernourished child. Competition from being a means become an end. Man building his life in repetitive images from bargain sale to war, from competitive breadwinning to competitive nationalism. Man, shamed and impotent, making sacrifice to the pitiful god of luck, ikon of the hopeless...'
from Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by M. Barnard Eldershaw (Part II)
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