Limanora : $b the island of progressSweven, Godfrey
Science
Limanora : $b the island of progress
Sweven, Godfrey
Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
The afternoon sunlight indeed soon revealed to our eyes, as we settled
on the slopes, an immense stage that shot out of the ravine on the
mountain-side. It was, I could see, the natural theatre of the island,
cut out by other than human powers. And from side to side the gentlest
whisper would carry, yet without recoil; while the sound of the moving
stage, as it rolled forth, rose along the tiers and without break or
repercussion died away into the open sky above our heads. It must have
been here, I thought, that the architects of Limanoran buildings had
learned the acoustic secrets of nature. Never a sound was lessened or
confused in passing to the farthest corner of any of their vast halls.
Nor was it from any mechanical contrivance underneath the roof, but
simply from the shape of the enclosure. Nature had formed this valley
into a perfect theatre, in the highest tier of which not one listener
could miss the smallest sound. Yet by a singular contrivance, by means
of which a globe of irelium was kept over the stage, every sound was
tenfold magnified lest the merest whisper should escape, whilst every
hearer had at hand a margol, which would soften sounds that carried too
loudly to the ear. Another strange effect of this irelium shell was
that it magnified to the eye everything upon the stage a hundredfold;
it acted as a powerful microscope, so that each spectator was far
nearer to the inner structure of any object than mere human eye-power
could bring him.
We had not to wait long for the purpose of these preparations. There
entered upon the stage two figures that underneath the globe seemed
gigantic beside the bodies of Limanoran men and women. They had
Limanoran outlines, but transmuted into something more ethereal than
aught I had seen. There was a grace of form and a beauty of face
beyond any of those around me on the slope of the hill. And even to
my eyes, untrained and limited as they were in their powers, there
was a transparency in the tissue of their bodies which revealed the
movements of their organs; I saw their hearts pulsate, and the currents
of the blood move quicker or slower along their veins as they walked
or stood still. We could even watch the effect of their emotions in
their systems, and the excited or tranquil movement of thoughts in the
tissues of their brains. The impulses that travelled along their nerves
from brain to hand or foot, and the reports that kept journeying from
the various senses to the nerve-centres, seemed all to be made plain
to us; and seemed the work of a magician, so marvellous was it, so far
above mere human achievement.
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