I recently finished reading Ian McEwan’s Atonement, which I really enjoyed. In lieu of an actual contentful post, here’s a passage from the book that I found very evocative.
She was walking under a bridge as a train passed overhead. The thunderous, rhythmic rumble reached right into her bones. Steel gliding and thumping over steel, the great bolted sheets of it high above her in the gloom, an inexplicable door sunk into the brickwork, mighty cast-iron pipework clamped in rusting brackets and carrying no one knew what–such brutal invention belonged to a race of supermen.
I like that a lot.