Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
But for a long time men did not realise the importance of this novelty.
They would not recognise, they were not able to recognise that anything
fundamental had happened to their immemorial necessities. They called
the steam-engine the ‘iron horse’ and pretended that they had made the
most partial of substitutions. Steam machinery and factory production
were visibly revolutionising the conditions of industrial production,
population was streaming steadily in from the country-side and
concentrating in hitherto unthought-of masses about a few city centres,
food was coming to them over enormous distances upon a scale that made
the one sole precedent, the corn ships of imperial Rome, a petty
incident; and a huge migration of peoples between Europe and Western
Asia and America was in Progress, and—nobody seems to have realised
that something new had come into human life, a strange swirl different
altogether from any previous circling and mutation, a swirl like the
swirl when at last the lock gates begin to open after a long phase of
accumulating water and eddying inactivity....
The sober Englishman at the close of the nineteenth century could sit
at his breakfast-table, decide between tea from Ceylon or coffee from
Brazil, devour an egg from France with some Danish ham, or eat a New
Zealand chop, wind up his breakfast with a West Indian banana, glance
at the latest telegrams from all the world, scrutinise the prices
current of his geographically distributed investments in South Africa,
Japan, and Egypt, and tell the two children he had begotten (in the
place of his father’s eight) that he thought the world changed very
little. They must play cricket, keep their hair cut, go to the old
school he had gone to, shirk the lessons he had shirked, learn a few
scraps of Horace and Virgil and Homer for the confusion of cads, and
all would be well with them....
Section 5
Electricity, though it was perhaps the earlier of the two to be
studied, invaded the common life of men a few decades after the
exploitation of steam. To electricity also, in spite of its provocative
nearness all about him, mankind had been utterly blind for incalculable
ages. Could anything be more emphatic than the appeal of electricity
for attention? It thundered at man’s ears, it signalled to him in
blinding flashes, occasionally it killed him, and he could not see it
as a thing that concerned him enough to merit study. It came into the
house with the cat on any dry day and crackled insinuatingly whenever
he stroked her fur. It rotted his metals when he put them together....
There is no single record that any one questioned why the cat’s fur
crackles or why hair is so unruly to brush on a frosty day, before the
sixteenth century. For endless years man seems to have done his very
successful best not to think about it at all; until this new spirit of
the Seeker turned itself to these things.
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