And all the while the ugly smoke went upwards, the smoke that has stifled Romance and blackened the birds. This, I thought, they can neither praise nor bless. And when they saw it they raised their hands towards it, towards the thousand chimneys, saying, "Behold the smoke. The old coal-forests that have lain so long in the dark, and so long still, are dancing now and going back to the sun. Forget not Earth, O our brother, and we wish thee joy of the sun."
Dunsany, Lord (2004-07-02). The First Lord Dunsany Omnibus: 5 Complete Books (Kindle Locations 2084-2087). Renaissance E Books. Kindle Edition.
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