"He thought of Bellamy, the hero of whose Socialistic Utopia had so oddly anticipated this actual experience. But here was no Utopia, no Socialistic state. He had already seen enough to realize that the ancient antithesis of luxury, waste and sensuality on the one hand and abject poverty on the other, still prevailed. He knew enough of the essentially factors of life to understand that correlation. And not only were the buildings of the city gigantic and the crwowds in the street gigantic.."
- H.G Wells