Sunday 18th November, 2012
he machine-to-change-the-world-with runs on a thick black fluid. From this it presses the headiest of beliefs or the driest of invective, each in its season. It permits a kind of speech with the dead; and allows as many might-bes as there are stars to shine forth. It is a fertile machine, densely packed with metal seeds; and in its cold pressure revolutionary heat has been born.