Tantalus : $b or, The future of ManSchiller, F. C. S. (Ferdinand Canning Scott)
Philosophy
Tantalus : $b or, The future of Man
Schiller, F. C. S. (Ferdinand Canning Scott)
Civilization; Eugenics
As I walked round the tree to the further side of the hummock, I came
upon an extraordinary sight. I beheld a naked man trying to reach some
of the fruit that dangled down from the outer branches of the tree but
appeared to be just out of his reach, and so intent upon his design
that he did not notice my approach. He seemed a tall man, and the upper
part of his body was well formed. His features were good and regular,
though somewhat hard, and not intellectual; his resolute jaw bespoke
the man of action, accustomed to command and to be obeyed. So far, his
appearance would have done credit to any modern captain of industry.
But the lower half of his body appeared to be misshapen. His thighs
were so curved that he could not walk upright, but had to stoop and
lean forward as he slowly shambled along. Still more monstrous seemed
the feet, with which he churned up the mud around the fence; they were
enormous and hardly seemed human in their shape, though they were too
deeply plunged in the mud to permit one to see what exactly was wrong
with them.
This strange being, whom the bold intuition of the dream-consciousness
at once identified with Tantalus, was evidently trying to grasp the
fruit that hung from the lower branches of the tree. For a while his
efforts were vain, but then a gust of wind brought within his reach a
large conical shining red fruit he had long coveted. It was one of the
strange features of the tree that it was covered with fruit, and higher
up also with flowers, of the most various sizes, shapes, and colours.
He seized it triumphantly; but the effect was surprising. For he had
hardly touched it when it exploded, and covered him from head to foot
with its blood-red juice. He at once sank senseless to the ground. But,
after a while, he slowly recovered, and recommenced his old game. This
time, he attacked a large round yellowish fruit; but when he succeeded
in seizing it, it too exploded, and poured out upon him volumes of a
heavy yellow-green vapour. Again he collapsed, and this time his stupor
lasted longer.
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