There is no difference between Time and any of the three dimensions of Space except that our consciousness moves along it.

In all the round world of Utopia there is no meat. There used to be, but now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses. And it is impossible to find anyone who will hew a dead ox or pig. I can still remember as a boy the rejoicings over the closing of the last slaughterhouse.

He was inordinately proud of England and he abused her incessantly.

No. I cannot expect you to believe it. Take it as a lie--or a prophecy. Say I dreamed it in the workshop. Consider I have been speculating upon the destinies of our race until I have hatched this fiction. Treat my assertion of its truth as a mere stroke of art to enhance its interest. And taking it as a story, what do you think of it?

I am for world-control of production and of trade and transport, for a world coinage, and the confederation of mankind. I am for the super-State.

Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.

Religions are such stuff as dreams are made of.