With its heart aflame Earth seemed to become transparent as glass along that crevasse; and amid the lake of fire heaps of living beings floated on some raft, and writhed like the spirits of damnation.

The other men fled upwards, and piled themselves in clusters on the straight-lined borders of the valley of filth and tears.

I saw those swarming shadows huddled on the upper brink of the long armored chasms which the explosions set trembling like steamships.
All chemistry makes flaming fireworks in the sky or spreads in sheets of poison exactly as huge as the huge towns.

Against them no wall avails, no secret armor; and murder enters as invisibly as death itself.

Industry multiplies its magic.