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"You see how the game goes on. We land and alter things, and build and
rearrange, and hoist paper flags on pins, and subjugate populations, and
confer all the blessings of civilization upon these lands. We keep them
going for days. And at last, as we begin to tire of them, comes the
scrubbing brush, and we must burn our trees and dismantle our islands,
and put our soldiers in the little nests of drawers, and stand the
island boards up against the wall, and put everything away."
- H.G. Wells, "The Game of the Wonderful Islands," from Floor Games, 1911
rearrange, and hoist paper flags on pins, and subjugate populations, and
confer all the blessings of civilization upon these lands. We keep them
going for days. And at last, as we begin to tire of them, comes the
scrubbing brush, and we must burn our trees and dismantle our islands,
and put our soldiers in the little nests of drawers, and stand the
island boards up against the wall, and put everything away."
- H.G. Wells, "The Game of the Wonderful Islands," from Floor Games, 1911