An extra-terrestrial philosopher, who had watched a single youth up to the age of twenty-one and had never come across any other h...uman being, might conclude that it is the nature of human beings to grow continually taller and wiser in an indefinite progress towards perfection; and this generalisation would be just as well founded as the generalisation which evolutionists base upon the previous history of this planet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You know, if this is Venus, or some other strange planet, we're liable to run into some high-domed characters with green blood in ...their veins who'll blast at us with their atomic death rayguns, and there we'll be with these--these poor old-fashioned shootin' irons.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A lifeless planet. And yet, yet still serving a useful purpose, I hope. Yes, a sun. Warming the surface of some other world. Givin...g light to those who may need it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the atom's fizz and pop we heard possibility uncorked. Taffeta wraps whispered on davenports.... A new planet bloomed above us; in its light the stumps of cut pine gleamed like dinner plates. The world was beginning all over again, fresh and hot; we could have anything we wanted.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But what these had been, our peoples, our selves--were with us then, were us, had become us--could not be anything but us, their r...epresentatives--and we, together, the Representative, at last found the pole that was the extremity of our old planet, the dark cold pole that had been built, once, to guide in the space-fleets of Canopus, when they visited us. There we left that planet, and came to where we are now. We, the Representative, many and one, came here, where Canopus tends and guards and instructs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was not important that they survive. What mattered was that they should bear... Some lineament or character, Some affluence, if only half-perceived, In the poverty of their words, Of the planet of which they were part.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As he grew accustomed to the great gallery of machines, he began to feel the forty-foot dynamos as a moral force, much as the earl...y Christians felt the Cross. The planet itself seemed less impressive, in its old-fashioned, deliberate, annual or daily revolution, than this huge wheel, revolving within arm's-length at some vertiginous speed, and barely murmuring,--scarcely humming an audible warning to stand a hair's-breadth further for respect of power,--while it would not wake the baby lying close against its frame.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Could it not be that just at the moment masculinity has brought us to the brink of nuclear destruction or ecological suicide, wome...n are beginning to rise in response to the Mother's call to save her planet and create instead the next stage of evolution? Can our revolution mean anything else than the reversion of social and economic control to Her representatives among Womankind, and the resumption of Her worship on the face of the Earth? Do we dare demand less?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »