I gazed at the defenceless captives with a shuddering sense of security, until one day a cross-spider broke out of its cage and ran furiously over my hands and clothing.
[…] the man being only a sort of compend of the globe with its centrifugence and centripetence, with its chemistry, with its polarity, with its undulation.
In order to grant the rich these pleasures, the social contract is reconfigured. […] The public realm is privatised, the regulations restraining the ultra–wealthy and the companies they control are abandoned, and Edwardian levels of inequality are almost fetishised.
Sometimes they answer to that they are called for, by divers figures Men or Women set in polisht Stone, Iton, Brasse, Steele, Glasse, or the Nayles of ones hand; and this is called by the generall Name of Geomancie: And most commonly to such as these, they chuse out Women and Children.