“The island is different now. Civilizations and man’s greed have chased away out shy nautilus shells. Motorcars belch fumes over the land, and the noise of industry drowns out all other sounds of life.”
″ ‘Oh, Murder! What was that, Papa!’
‘My child, it was a Motor-Car, A Most Ingenious Toy!
Designed to Captivate and Charm
Much rather than to rouse Alarm
In any English Boy.’ ”