Ray Bradbury. Trouble (№ 347127)

Outside, in the world, as if nothing happened. But here, in these green twilight, in this land of paper and leather, could happen. Has always happened. Just listen and hear the cries of tens of thousands of people, that's millions hauling cannons, sharpening guillotines, but the Chinese marching four in a row. Of course, invisibly, of course, silent, but Jim and Willy noses and ears in place. A factory of spices, here, asleep, unknown of the desert.