The world was a huge ball then, the universe a might harmony of ellipses, everything moved mysteriously, incalculable distances through the ether. We used to feel the awe of the distant stars upon us. All that led to was the eighty-eight naval guns, ersatz, and the night air-raids over cities. A magnificent spectacle. After the collapse of the socialist dream, I came to America.
John Dos Passos (1896–1970), U.S. novelist, poet, playwright, painter. Produced by the New Playwrights Theatre in New York in the spring of 1929. Professor in Airways, Inc. Act 1, Three Plays, Harcourt, Brace and Company (1934).