'In the twentieth century,' said Major Nye, 'free will has come to mean pure will. The juvenile imagination triumphs and the civil service can no longer maintain the balance - a thousand busy, conscientious rabbits are no match for one confident fox. This has been a century of reaction, Captain Persson. All that has come of our hopes, our attempts to bring great justice to the world, is that robber barons have become more powerful, better able to justify their huge, crude romantic ambitions, more able to convince once-rational men and women of the reality of their ludicrous visions. Bad poets, Captain Persson - bad romantic poets.'
Michael Moorcock, ‘The Adventures of Una Persson and Catherine Cornelius in the Twentieth Century’











