When the author J.B. Priestley set out on a round-England trip in the 1930s, he sniffed at the Wedgwood factory in Stoke-on-Trent: so industrial, he considered, and so soulless.
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? Well, that's one way for an obscure person to go down in history.