The world has changed. She turned a flushed face upon him, moving suddenly. Your days were the days of freedom. I have thought. That is not all.
Every city now is a prison.
Mammon grips the key in his hand. Myriads, countless myriads, toil from the cradle to the grave. Yes, far worse than in your time. All about us, beneath us, sorrow and pain. In your days the feudal war lords had gone, and the new lordship of wealth had still to come.