From the first chapter:
Up at the League, says a friend, there had been one night a brisk conversational discussion, as to what would happen on the Morrow of the Revolution, finally shading off into a vigorous statement by various friends of their views on the future of the fully-developed new society.
Says our friend: Considering the subject, the discussion was good- tempered; for those present being used to public meetings and after- lecture debates, if they did not listen to each others' opinions (which could scarcely be expected of them), at all events did not always attempt to speak all together, as is the custom of people in ordinary polite society when conversing on a subject which interests them. For the rest, there were six persons present, and consequently six sections of the party were represented, four of which had strong but divergent Anarchist opinions. One of the sections, says our friend, a man whom he knows very well indeed, sat almost silent at the beginning of the discussion, but at last got drawn into it, and finished by roaring out very loud, and damning all the rest for fools; after which befel a period of noise, and then a lull, during which the aforesaid section, having said good-night very amicably, took his way home by himself to a western suburb, using the means of travelling which civilisation has forced upon us like a habit. As he sat in that vapour-bath of hurried and discontented humanity, a carriage of the underground railway, he, like others, stewed discontentedly, while in self-reproachful mood he turned over the many excellent and conclusive arguments which, though they lay at his fingers' ends, he had forgotten in the just past discussion. But this frame of mind he was so used to, that it didn't last him long, and after a brief discomfort, caused by disgust with himself for having lost his temper (which he was also well used to), he found himself musing on the subject-matter of discussion, but still discontentedly and unhappily. "If I could but see a day of it," he said to himself; "if I could but see it!"
What one reviewer said about Three Works: A Dream of John Ball; The Pilgrims of Hope; News from Nowhere by William Morris:
Although ancient by most people's terms, this is probably among the most wonderfully written novels ever to be produced. News From Nowhere gives insights into how the people of the late 19th century thought the future was going to turn out like, and is surprising the number of details which are relatively accurate. The novel itself deals with a year sometime after 2003 and, as can be expected, many details are now impossible, but others are likely. The story is also great and very believeable on the whole. The characters are indepth and all add some colour to the book. Basicaly, reading this book, it is fascinating to compare the people, society and technolodgy imagined to our own, and when you do this you see just how little socially we have changed from the 1800s, but how are technolodgy has progressed at a phenomenal rate. An increddibly fascinating book, it is a must read for everyone.
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