The insect world will rise on us, the plant world, the very fishes in the sea, will swamp and drown our ships.

Tremendous growths will obscure and hide our houses, smother our churches, smash and destroy all the order of our cities, and we shall become no more than a feeble vermin under the heels of the new race.

Mankind will be swamped and drowned in things of its own begetting! And all for nothing! Size! Mere size! Enlargement and _da capo_.

Already we go picking our way among the first beginnings of the coming time.

And all we do is to say 'How inconvenient!' To grumble and do nothing.