The dark, satanic mills of Blakehow much darker and more satanic they are now!But oh, the streams that stream white-faced, in and out,in and out when the hooter hoots, white-faced, with a dreadful gushof multitudinous ignominy,what shall we think of these?They are millions to my one!
They are millions to my one! But ohwhat have they done to you, white-faced millionsmewed and mangled in the mills of man?What have they done to you, what have they done to you,what is this awful aspect of man?
Oh Jesus, didn't you see, when you talked of servicethis would be the result!When you said: Retro me, Satanas!this is what you gave him leave to dobehind your back!
And now, the iron has entered into the souland the machine has entangled the brain, and got it fast,and steel has twisted the loins of man, electricity has exploded the heartand out of the lips of people jerk strange mechanical noises in place of speech.
What is man, that thou art no longer mindful of him?and the son of man, that thou pitiest him not?Are these no longer men, these millions, millions?What are they then?
