"Her voice was irritable, for she had been interrupted often since the music began. She knew several thousand people, in certain directions human intercourse had advanced enormously."
Agreed. My personal fabe is: "But the Committee of the Mending Apparatus now came forward, and allayed the panic with well-chosen words. It confessed that the Mending Apparatus was itself in need of repair."
I love this story. (In fact, I even wrote and recorded a song based on it, from the perspective of Kuno).
I find the societal obsession with ideas fascinating. Especially this bit:
> In the evening she looked again. They were crossing a golden sea, in which lay many small islands and one peninsula. She repeated, "No ideas here," and hid Greece behind a metal blind.
To think that the Earth could inspire nothing is just... sad.
First ran into this via Atul Gawande, who was recommended it by Oliver Sacks[1]
"I see something like you in this plate, but I do not see you. I hear something like you through this telephone, but I do not hear you. That is why I want you to come. Pay me a visit, so that we can meet face to face, and talk about the hopes that are in my mind."
One of my favourite short stories. Impossibly visionary and also quite terrifying. There was a decent black and white British television adaptation that might still be somewhere on Youtube.
This was one of a series of stories re-published by Penguin for their 80th anniversary, as part of a series of shorts priced at 80p each. The Forster book had two stories (can't recall what the second one was, I've only read "the machine stops" so far).
Prescient to the point of being creepy.