We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not anyone pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky.
E. M. ForsterAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: english
- Born: January 1, 1879
- Died: June 7, 1970
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