It might seem strange now in this sanitized western world, with electric fires and clean burning natural gas, but when our fires were coal we didn't really care much that they were dirty and smokey. They brought warmth to us on cold nights, something the family could sit around. Even now when I handle coal I marvel at it, so much energy in something so small. Not that progress isn't a good thing, and I'm not arguing to go back to coal really. But the progress I really want is totally clean energy sources, not just moving the obvious pollution from your home to some power station. At least with the coal we saw the pollution right away, a direct connection if you will. How does that happen when you're sucking back an iced latte in an air conditioned office?

By girik97, October 1, 2014.

The old man sat in his high grey arm-chair very near an enormous coal fire. In this house there was no coal-rationing. The finest coal was arranged to obtain a gigantic glow such as a coal-owner may well enjoy, a great, intense mass of pure red fire. At this fire Alfred Bricknell toasted his tan, lambs-wool-lined slippers.

By descriptionari, June 30, 2012.

Found in Aaron's Rod, authored by D. H. Lawrence.