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‘ABOUT EIGHT or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of
yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening
of my arrival. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening
and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence.
Here was the same beautiful scene, the same abundant foliage, the
same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins, the same silver river
running between its fertile banks. The gay robes of the beautiful
people moved hither and thither among the trees. Some were
bathing in exactly the place where I had saved Weena, and that
suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain. And like blots upon the
landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Underworld. I
understood now what all the beauty of the Over-world people

Very pleasant was their day, as pleasant as the day of the cattle in
the field. Like the cattle, they knew of no enemies and provided
against no needs. And their end was the same.

‘I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had
been. It had committed suicide. It had set itself steadfastly towards
comfort and ease, a balanced society with security and permanency
as its watchword, it had attained its hopes-to come to this at last.
Once, life and property must have reached almost absolute safety.
The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort, the toiler
assured of his life and work. No doubt in that perfect world there
had been no unemployed problem, no social question left
unsolved. And a great quiet had followed.

‘It is a law of nature we overlook, that intellectual versatility is the
compensation for change, danger, and trouble. An animal perfectly
in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism. Nature
never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless.
There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of
change. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to
meet a huge variety of needs and dangers.

‘So, as I see it, the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble
prettiness, and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. But
that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical
perfection-absolute permanency. Apparently as time went on, the
feeding of the Under-world, however it was effected, had become
disjointed. Mother Necessity, who had been staved off for a few
thousand years, came back again, and she began below. The
Under-world being in contact with machinery, which, however
perfect, still needs some little thought outside habit, had probably
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