Looking back it was clear that the Ministry of Hindsight had been a massive waste of tax payer's money - something the Ministry itself was the first to point out.
The typewriter that stretched across the ocean wrote sentences of immigrants, filled to the brim with hope crossing over the ink blue of the badly pronounced Atlantic...
Forever writing the new future of America with the genetic code of old Europe.
The geographer wrote so many books on the forest that a small corner of the woodland had to be put aside to store them. Eventually there were only books and no forest at all.