I don't know but what you are right. We intend to make a big thing out of you, Dick Rover. / How? / I told you before you'd find out soon enough. / I presume you'll try to make my father ransom me, or something like that.

[…]Alvin ambles surefootedly through a musician's gallery of Americana, calling our attention to songs like Someone Stole Gabriel's Horn and Brother, Can You Spare a Dime.

Windmills or wind-engines, are used, to some extent, in the Cape Colony.

That's because mass marketing and sequelization KILLED good horror.