Some writers are prescient; they can sense a change in the wind and put down on paper something yet to happen, or yet to be documented. In an obscure play from l972, Small Craft Warnings, Tennessee Williams described a contagious wasting disease afflicting homosexuals that sounds very much like AIDS. And in l925, in an utterly charming travel book called Along the Road: Notes and Essays of a Tourist, Aldous Huxley tossed off the following observation:
One of the great charms of mechanical progress is that it allows us to do everything quickly, easily, and comfortably. This is very agreeable; but I doubt where it is, morally speaking, very healthy. It is not even very healthy for the body. It is in the civilized countries, where human beings eat most and take least exercise, that cancer is most prevalent. The disease spreads with every fresh expansion of Henry Ford’s factories.
Now we have proof: