““That night Berkman fell asleep in the bosom of the industrial leviathan. “Its torch of liberty is a furnace fire,” he said, “consuming, destroying, devastating: a countrywide furnace, in which the bones and marrow of the producers, their limbs and bodies, their health and blood, are cast into Bessemer steel, rolled into armor place, and converted into engines of murder to be consecrated to Mammon his high priests, the Carnegies, the Fricks.””
