Když mám v ruce nějaký mizerný výrobek, nějaké takové chatrné šmízo špatně udělané ze špatné hmoty, špatně sloužící a záhy končící špatně jako všechn… - Karel Čapek

So it was that Mister Povondra started his collection of newspaper cuttings about the newts. Without his passion as a collector much of the material we now have would otherwise have been lost. He cut out and saved everything written about the newts that he could find; it should even be said that after some initial fumblings he learned to plunder the newspapers in his favourite café wherever there was mention of the newts and even developed an unusual, almost magical, virtuosity in tearing the appropriate article out of the paper and putting it in his pocket right under the nose of the head waiter. It is well known that all collectors are willing to steal and murder if that is what's needed to add a certain item to their collection, but that is not in any way a stain on their moral character. His life was now the life of a collector, and that gave it meaning. Evening after evening he would count and arrange his cuttings under the indulgent eyes of Mrs. Povondra who knew that every man is partly mad and partly a little child; it was better for him to play with his cuttings than to go out drinking and playing cards. She even made some space in the scullery for all the boxes he had made himself for his collection; could anything more be asked of a wife?

není tak daleko od nás, jak povídají tato cizokrajná jména; je blízko, je na dosah našich srdcí a snad, snad i na dosah pomocné ruky; ale rozhodně dosti blízko, aby otřásl naším mozkem a probudil jej z letargie. Člověk dvacátého století nepoloží tváří v tvář této hrůze otázku Bohu, zda je, či není; ale položí otázku lidstvu, zda je, či není; a to je otázka, jež teď, a zvláště teď po světové válce, je hroznější a osudnější, než kdy byla jaká otázka po Bohu. Není to otázka humanity, nýbrž civilizace.

Mankind will endure. In twenty years the world will belong to man again; even if it's only to a couple of savages on the tiniest island ... that'll be a start. And as long as there's some small beginning, that's fine. In a thousand years they'll have caught up to where we are now and then surpass even that ... to accomplish what we only dreamed of.