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As though H.G. Wells weren't brilliant enough for predicting/advocating things like feminism and air conditioning and portable television sets and video recordings, et cetera, all in the 19th century, check this shit out.
I'm reading his book The Conquest of Time (1940) {EDIT: A Non-Fiction Book} right now, and dig this passage:
He can contrive urban and suburban roads that will carry him at his ease to air-port, sea-port, or wherever he wants to go...before very long he will be able to summon everything there is to be seen, every machine, every show, every living thing, every masterpiece and movement, in its utmost vitality and in any detail, to his study table; he can hear all the music in the world, and, if he wants to do so, all life's edifying discords. All this he will will be able to do whenever he chooses to do so as a species. For all this we have chapter and verse. The experiments have been made; the samples pass muster...these are man's present possibilities; and without haste and without delay he can complete his material conquest. He will soon be able to talk to anyone anywhere , and laugh at the tides and seasons that once chased his hunted heart-beats round the year.
Am I wrong, or did this Brilliant Bastard just predict suburban sprawl and highways, a vague concept of the cell phone, AND THE MOTHERFUCKING INTERNET?!
Why don't we have a fucking HERBERT GEORGE WELLS day every year?
benjamin
I'm reading his book The Conquest of Time (1940) {EDIT: A Non-Fiction Book} right now, and dig this passage:
He can contrive urban and suburban roads that will carry him at his ease to air-port, sea-port, or wherever he wants to go...before very long he will be able to summon everything there is to be seen, every machine, every show, every living thing, every masterpiece and movement, in its utmost vitality and in any detail, to his study table; he can hear all the music in the world, and, if he wants to do so, all life's edifying discords. All this he will will be able to do whenever he chooses to do so as a species. For all this we have chapter and verse. The experiments have been made; the samples pass muster...these are man's present possibilities; and without haste and without delay he can complete his material conquest. He will soon be able to talk to anyone anywhere , and laugh at the tides and seasons that once chased his hunted heart-beats round the year.
Am I wrong, or did this Brilliant Bastard just predict suburban sprawl and highways, a vague concept of the cell phone, AND THE MOTHERFUCKING INTERNET?!
Why don't we have a fucking HERBERT GEORGE WELLS day every year?
benjamin