By: E.M. Forster

“My respirator had flown goodness knows where.”

By: E.M. Forster

I said to myself, “Man is the measure.”

By: E.M. Forster

“No ideas here.”

By: E.M. Forster

Rooms, tier below tier, reaching far into the earth.

By: E.M. Forster

A survival from the ages of litter — one book.

By: E.M. Forster

“It is contrary to the spirit of the age.”