From the moment the invaders arrived, watched our methods and tasted our breads, they were doomed. They were undone, destroyed, after all of their weapons and devices had failed, by the tiniest principles that God in his wisdom put upon into our souls – quality & hard work. By the toll of a million loaves, we had earned his immunity, his right to survive among this planet's fantastic bakeries. And that right is ours against all challenges. For neither do we mould nor bake in vain.
“They haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.”
― H.G. Wells, The War of the Worlds
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