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
PIRAKNO--Machine for drawing electricity from space.
PIRAMO--The meteorological families.
RIMLA--The centre of force.
SALOSAN--The gustagraph.
SARIFOLAN--Instrument that interprets for sight, hearing, and
the electric sense the graphic records of the mirlan.
SARMOLAN--Cosmic barometer.
SIDRALAN--Biometer.
SIDRALMO--Bio-chemical families.
SIDRAMO--The chemical families.
TERRALONA--The edifice of outlook into heaven and hell.
THINAMAR--Visualiser of sound.
TIRLEOMORAN--Electric earth-perforator.
TREMOLAN--Electric clock indicating the changes of
electricity in various parts of the island.
TREVAMOLAN--Graduated modifier of sound.
VAMOLAN--Makro-mikrakoust.
VIMOLAN--Photo-electric analyser.
ERRATA
Page 31, line 6. _For_ “resistent” _read_ “resistant.”
Page 93, line 16. _For_ “maintained” _read_ “maimed.”
Page 155, line 2. _For_ “I that felt” _read_ “I had felt.”
Page 211, lines 13 and 17. _For_ “somnifractive” _read_
“somnifactive.”
Page 230, line 3. _For_ “onwonted” _read_ “unwonted.”
Page 348, last line. _For_ “rareity” _read_ “rarity.”
Page 369, line 12. _For_ “amosphere” _read_ “atmosphere.”
Page 377, line 5. _For_ “its” _read_ “it.”
Page 440, line 17. _For_ “we the saw” _read_ “we saw the.”
Page 465, line 8 from bottom. _For_ “thought” _read_
“through.”
LIMANORA
BOOK I
The Outer or Material Civilisation
CHAPTER I
MY AWAKENING
I OPENED my eyes in a world no feature of which I could recognise.
Everything around me was of the most dazzling beauty. The walls and
vaulted roof of the room where I lay gleamed like mosaic-work of lit
jewellery. The floors were duller, and yet shone with a coloured
radiance like that in a dew-belled meadow under the light of the
slant-rayed forenoon sun. The light broke up in innumerable points
and corners of the roof into a magnificent display of prismatic
colours, moving and changing every minute. Yet, with all the marvellous
iridescence, there was sufficient shade in the vault and walls to check
the fiery oppression of the sun. I had dreamt of such fairy palaces;
but the dream had ever been abortive or glanced off into something
hideous or appalling. Here was architecture as unlike anything I had
seen upon earth as a dream, and yet it had a grace that no dream had
ever caught.
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