Junius B. Smith

“ He got up and crossed to a camera of which Bournette for the first time became cognizant. He focused it against one pale green-tinted wall, then waved a hand:
"Behold! An ancestor of yours in the Stone Age, beating to death an animal for food. Observe the club he is using; note the skins he is wearing for protection from the elements; see the hairy arms and legs, the knotted muscles, the low, receding forehead. Your blood and his are the same." ”

“ Blood streams flowed like fluctuating rivers, leaving islands here and there, narrowing to a tenuous thread, spreading here and there, disappearing, perchance, as in the sands of the all-consuming desert. ”

“ Yet he said nothing, for another picture had come upon the wall.
"I can show you the meanderings of your blood-stream, from yourself, till your slimy ancestors came out of the sea. But—if you look—it will destroy your peace of mind until you are gathered to your fathers."
"And what does it profit you?" Bournette found voice, to ask.
"Kind must seek its kind; the restless consort with the restless. I would have company in my suffering." His manner was intensely serious.
"Show me things no one but myself knows," Bournette temporized. ”