And all over the countryside, he knew, on every crest and hill, where once the hedges had interlaced, and cottages, churches, inns, and farmhouses had nestled among their trees, wind wheels similar to those he saw and bearing like vast advertisements, gaunt and distinctive symbols of the new age, cast their whirling shadows and stored incessantly the energy that flowed away incessantly through all the arteries of the city. ... The great circular shapes of complaining wind-wheels blotted out the heavens.
H. G. WellsIn all the round world there is no meat. There used to be. But now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses.
H. G. WellsI never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out of existence by evolution sooner or later. Did you? And pain gets needless.
H. G. Wells