mainington

Updated: May 23, 2025

I think of them wandering in the clear quiet of the ruins of Rome, among the tombs of Egypt or the temples of Athens, of their coming to Mainington and its strange happiness, to Orba and the wonder of its white and slender tower. . . . But who can tell of the fullness and pleasure of life, who can number all our new cities in the world? cities made by the loving hands of men for living men, cities men weep to enter, so fair they are, so gracious and so kind. . . .

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - In the Days of the Comet