[…] there was to the ferocity of his eye, the splendour of his famous moustache, his immense bemedalled figure and his utterly humourless brand of imperialism—there was to Kitchener, though one might hardly dare say it to his face, something faintly absurd.

Groups of glittery girls and boys with 1960s protomullets slid past homeless people too tired to beg for money.

In the Countrey of Huquang, near to the City of Hanyang, is a Tower called Xelenhoa, which far excels all other the like Structures, in Art and Coſtlineſs.

The Underground would eventually be powered by two giant power stations, as we will see, before plugging itself directly into the National Grid.