This gloomy view of the capitalistic production system envisioned ceaseless warfare among the major powers.

I chambered with Alexander Preston.

[…] at night I slept on a blanket thrown on the deck boards at the aftermost end of the round-house, and right in the draught of the two doors.

The waves beside them danced, but they / Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:— / A Poet could not but be gay / In such a laughing company: […]