That adventure it was had set him talking.
"Reactionary!" he was saying, as they came within sight of the Cossar encampment.

"Who wouldn't be reactionary?
Look at that square of ground, that space of God's earth that was once sweet and fair, torn, desecrated, disembowelled! Those sheds! That great wind-wheel! That monstrous wheeled machine! Those dykes! Look at those three monsters squatting there, plotting some ugly devilment or other! Look--look at all the land!" His friend glanced at his face.

"You have been listening to Caterham," he said.
"Using my eyes.

Looking a little into the peace and order of the past we leave behind.

This foul Food is the last shape of the Devil, still set as ever upon the ruin of our world.