I wish I had a man and not a dishrag printed over with big words like 'constitutional rights' and 'progress'!
Christina SteadThe City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines, plantations, cottage hearth-stones, trees and rocks; and he, wretchedly waiting in the exterior halls, could not even get his finger on one tiny, tiny lever.
Christina Stead