What on earth would a man do with himself, if something did not stand in his way?
Cycle trails will abound in Utopia.
The past is but the past of a beginning.
Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
Our business here is to be Utopian, to make vivid and credible, if we can, first this facet and then that, of an imaginary whole and happy world.