" The sitting President of the United States was a soulless imbecile who hated the outdoors, but in Angie’s view, at this point Teddy Roosevelt himself couldn’t turn the tide if he came back from the dead. All the treasured wilderness that had been sacrificed at the altar of growth was gone for all time. More disappeared every day; nothing ever changed except the speed of destruction, and only because there were fewer pristine pieces to sell off, carve up and pave. "

― Carl Hiaasen , Squeeze Me (Skink #8)