Literacy%20circle%20roles. THE MACHINE STOPS ... E.M. Forster. Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee.
It is lighted neither by window nor by lamp, yet it is filled with a soft radiance. There are no apertures for ventilation, yet the air is fresh. Dystopia-skyline-moebuis. Harrison Bergeron. French Translation from Avice Robitaille.
Hindi Translation by Ashwin.Urdu Translation by RealMSRussian translation THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. Dystopia Unit. Sara Teasdale - There will come Soft Rain. Anyone lived in a pretty how town. Louis MacNeice - Prayer before Birth. Poetry | prints | cine | home I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me. I am not yet born, console me. I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me. I am not yet born; provide me With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me. The Unknown Citizen.