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"Can there be anything too horrible for the enemies of the Fatherland?" said the Kaiser to the pale Chancellor, with a glint in his eyes which no man in Germany cares to see.

"I must ask pardon," replied the Chancellor. "I was astonished, indeed, almost . . . frightened, if your Majesty will allow me to say so -- frightened for the sake of Humanity, if such an awful invention as that becomes realized "

"And what is your opinion, Field Marshal?" asked the Kaiser.

"A most excellent invention, your Majesty," said the Field Marshal, "provided that it belongs "only" to the Fatherland."

Long before novels "2010," "2001," or "1984" riveted the world, George Griffith's "The World Peril of 1910" thrilled readers with its all-too-credible depiction of the dangers and opportunities ahead.

'The Angel of the Revolution' is part of a relatively new literary genre, the British speculative future war novel. Interpretated in many ways - fin-de-siecle, technophobia, British imperialism - they anticipated modern science fiction.

There are two kinds of patriotism, a smaller and a greater, a National and an Imperial. Both are equally good and noble, and it is necessary that the first should precede the second. But it is equally necessary that it should not supersede or obscure it, and it is to this later and greater, this Imperial patriotism that I shall appeal, and I would ask my readers, whatever their nationality, to remember that on the burning plains of India and the rolling prairies of Canada, in the vast expanses of the Australian Bush and the African Veld, there are neither Englishmen nor Scotsmen, Welshmen nor Irishmen; but only Citizens of the Empire, brothers in blood and speech, and fellow-workers in the building up of the noblest and stateliest fabric that human hands have ever reared or God's sun has ever shone upon.

There are two kinds of patriotism, a smaller and a greater, a National and an Imperial. Both are equally good and noble, and it is necessary that the first should precede the second. But it is equally necessary that it should not supersede or obscure it, and it is to this later and greater, this Imperial patriotism that I shall appeal, and I would ask my readers, whatever their nationality, to remember that on the burning plains of India and the rolling prairies of Canada, in the vast expanses of the Australian Bush and the African Veld, there are neither Englishmen nor Scotsmen, Welshmen nor Irishmen; but only Citizens of the Empire, brothers in blood and speech, and fellow-workers in the building up of the noblest and stateliest fabric that human hands have ever reared or God's sun has ever shone upon.