hands, the angular joints of machinery, the wheels of freight trains rolling with pitiless speed. I dreamed of a hundred steel mouths that opened and shut and belched a thick, black smoke, and all the while inhuman hands shoveled children into those mouths, faster and faster while the gears and pistons worked and the jaws rent flesh from bone, and the automatic rhythm of industry was so loud around me, I couldn’t even hear the little ones crying. I woke
