By: Algernon Blackwood

“To know Higher Space is an experience that defies description.”

By: Algernon Blackwood

“The fact is, Dr. Silence, I am a victim of Higher Space.”

By: Algernon Blackwood

It was no shadow; it was something substantial.

By: Algernon Blackwood

Patients invariably grew excited when talking about themselves.

By: Valery Bryusov

They resembled wild animals in their ferocity.

By: Valery Bryusov

Anarchy reached its last limits.

By: Valery Bryusov

There commenced a dreadful orgy of the despairing.

By: Valery Bryusov

The sense of property vanished.

By: Valery Bryusov

Some simulated madness in order to escape punishment.

By: Valery Bryusov

They fled in fright to the outskirts of the town.

By: Valery Bryusov

Everyone fled who could.

By: Valery Bryusov

Life was standardised even to the most minute details.

By: Valery Bryusov

The number of working hours in the day were small in the extreme.

By: H.G. Wells

“Smart degenerates,” he muttered. “Anæmic cockneydom.”

By: H.G. Wells

They despised their bawling patriotisms…