E. M. Forster Quotes

Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.

Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves. (E. M. Forster)

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E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster Quotes: Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.