Vashti was seized with the terrors of direct experience. She shrank back into the room, and the wall closed up again.
E.M. ForsterTag: science-fiction isolation machine direct-experience
Few travelled in these days, for, thanks to the advance of science, the earth was exactly alike all over. Rapid intercourse, from which the previous civilization had hoped so much, had ended by defeating itself. What was the good of going to Peking when it was just like Shrewsbury? Why return to Shrewsbury when it would all be like Peking? Men seldom moved their bodies; all unrest was concentrated in the soul.
E.M. ForsterTag: future soul civilization science-fiction travel civilisation machine unrest bodies
For our vanity is such that we hold our own characters immutable, and we are slow to acknowledge that they have changed, even for the better.
E.M. ForsterA trouble - nothing as beautiful as a sorrow - rose to the surface of his mind, displayed its ungainliness and sank. Its precise nature he did not ask himself, for his hour was not yet, but the hint was appalling, and, hero though he was, he longed to be a little boy again, and to stroll half awake for ever by the colourless sea.
E.M. ForsterTag: maurice
And of course she had studied the civilization that had immediately preceded her own - the civilization that had mistaken the functions of the system, and had used it for bringing people to things, instead of for bringing things to people. Those funny old days, when men went for change of air instead of changing the air in their rooms!
E.M. ForsterTag: dystopia dependance
But man is an odd, sad creature as yet, intent on pilfering the earth, and heedless of the growths within himself. He cannot be bored about psychology. He leaves it to the specialist, which is as if he should leave his dinner to be eaten by a steam-engine. He cannot be bothered to digest his own soul.
E.M. ForsterDoes it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both. The water-tight compartments in her will break down, and music and life will mingle.
E.M. ForsterTag: inspirational
They had nothing in common but the English language, and tried by its help to express what neither of them understood.
E.M. ForsterTag: communication language
She walked about disdainfully, unwilling to be enthusiastic over monuments of uncertain authorship or date.
E.M. ForsterTag: tourism monuments touring museums
She had not died there. A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which society would measure the quick motions of man.
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