Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“How about those who are exposed to its fury?” asked Thorwald in reply.
“I do not see how anyone can really enjoy what is sure to be bringing
sorrow or even inconvenience to others. Could a mother take pleasure in
a tempest if she knew her son was in danger of shipwreck from it? Why
should it change her feeling to know her son was by her side and that it
was only strangers that were in danger?”
“But,” continued Thorwald, “are you and your friend ready for an
excursion to-day? If you are, I propose to give you a new experience.”
“We shall be delighted to accompany you, and as I see breakfast is ready
I will go up and tell the doctor to hurry.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” exclaimed Thorwald. “You must try to learn to
live as we do, and you will remember I said the other day that we are
never in haste. If, for example, it were Zenith who was late, I should
never think of calling to her to hurry, for I should know she must have
a good excuse for staying. Her liberty of action is as valuable to her
as mine to me, and however long she might keep me waiting, I should
feel sure that her action was the result of right motives and correct
reasoning. If the doctor does not appear, we can easily postpone
our excursion to to-morrow. There would be no lack of occupation for
to-day.”
“What a delightful feeling it must be,” I said, “to be always free from
hurry. It is the commonest experience in our imperfect state for one to
start a few minutes late in the morning, and then be on a constant jump
all day to make them up. One of the evils of our driving age is the
wear and tear of our nerves in what we consider a necessary haste to get
there.”
“Get where?” asked Thorwald.
“To get anywhere or to do anything that we set out to accomplish,” I
answered.
“I fear,” said Thorwald, “that I have talked too much about Mars and
not insisted enough on hearing about the earth. Suppose something should
happen to break off your visit?”
“You wouldn’t miss much, Thorwald.”
“We certainly should regret exceedingly not learning many things that
you could tell us,” he said.
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