David Lindsay

“ Life on a new planet, Maskull, is necessarily energetic and lawless, and not sedate and imitative. Nature is still fluid—not yet rigid—and matter is plastic. The will forks and sports incessantly, and thus no two creatures are alike."
"Well, I understand all that," replied Maskull, after listening attentively. "But what I don't grasp is this—if living creatures here sport so energetically, how does it come about that human beings wear much the same shape as in my world?"
"I'll explain that too," said Panawe. "All creatures that resemble Shaping must of necessity resemble one another." ”

“ Panawe stopped speaking.
"That is a fascinating story," remarked Maskull. "Now I begin to know my way around better. But one thing puzzles me."
"What's that?"
"How it happens that men here are ignorant of tools and arts, and have no civilisation, and yet contrive to be social in their habits and wise in their thoughts."
"Do you imagine, then, that love and wisdom spring from tools? But I see how it arises. In your world you have fewer sense organs, and to make up for the deficiency you have been obliged to call in the assistance of stones and metals. ”

“ This is Shaping's world. He that is a good child here, knows pleasure, pain, and love, and gets his rewards. But there's another world—not Shaping's and there all this is unknown, and another order of things reigns. That world we call Nothing—but it is not Nothing, but Something.'
"There was a pause.
"'I have heard,' said I, 'that you are good at growing and ungrowing organs?'
"'That's not enough for me. Every organ tells me the same story. ”

“ I therefore made up my mind to travel into my mother's country, where, as she had often told me, nature was most sacred and solitary.
"One hot morning I came to Shaping's Causeway. It is so called either because Shaping once crossed it, or because of its stupendous character. It is a natural embankment, twenty miles long, which links the mountains bordering my homeland with the Ifdawn Marest. The valley lies below at a depth varying from eight to ten thousand feet—a terrible precipice on either side. The knife edge of the ridge is generally not much over a foot wide. ”

“ He was startled by Panawe's speaking in English, and the voice too was extraordinary. It was absolutely tranquil, but its tranquillity seemed in a curious fashion to be an illusion, proceeding from a rapidity of thoughts and feelings so great that their motion could not be detected. How this could be, he did not know.
"How do you come to speak in a tongue you have never heard before?" demanded Maskull.
"Thought is a rich, complex thing. ”

“ I was frightened of death, but still more terrified at the possibility of losing my sacred attitude toward life. When I was nearly through, and was beginning to congratulate myself, I stumbled across the third extraordinary personage of my experience—the grim Muremaker. ”

“ My parents were troubled over this, and wished to consult the wisest of men.
"Old Broodviol smoothed his face, and said, 'This perhaps will not be so difficult. I will explain the marvel. Every man and woman among us is a walking murderer. If a male, he has struggled with and killed the female who was born in the same body with him—if a female, she has killed the male. But in this child the struggle is still continuing.'
"'How shall we end it?' asked my mother. ”