… The mind achieved what the heart could not. He began planning the destruction of the long peace of the place. The machine appeared in the distance, singing to itself of money. Its song was the web they were caught in, men and women together. The villages were as flies to be sucked empty.
God secreted a tear. Enough, enough, he commanded, but the machine looked at him and went on singing.
—R.S. Thomas (!w)*
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