Gently I argued, trying to fulfill my promise to Centauri, but I
struggled with a superior intellect, and like the brilliant woman she
was she listened eagerly, attentively, complimenting me into believing
my efforts had convinced her; then, with incomparable tact, she steered
from the dangerous subject, and before aware of her intent, I was
eloquently discussing the North Pole. Again I lived over that awful
voyage, describing the vast dead regions, the insurmountable, smooth,
perpendicular cliffs, and terrifying, unfathomable chasms, shadowed in
sombre stillness; but when I reached the great, fiery pivot, horror
overcame me and vividly I pictured our awful plight as we raced down the
swaying mountain with the sea of boiling mass pursuing us and the whole
world vibrating like a monstrous pendulum.
“And you dared this peril for science?” she asked.
“My comrades did,” I answered quickly. “I searched for the greatest
drawback to ambition and life lost value in a consuming desire.”
Then I told of the wonderful vision that inspired such intense longings,
and that I had worshipped her, months before the expedition.
“I adore you!” I whispered. “It is fate that brought us together—I will
have you!”
She laughed softly, studying me through half-closed eyes, then told me
from the first I had exerted a strange influence, possibly because of
the aureola of mystery surrounding me and the great, unknown continent I
came from.
“But since our meeting,” she sighed, “new and wonderful thoughts riot in
my mind, lulling energy, ambition, and deeply I’ve pondered over the
wisdom of a life forfeited for immortality, though it is the grandest
finale, and ultimately mine; but I pause, deferring momentous problems
absorbed in profound analyses of a powerful, but fleeting emotion.”
“Ah!” I sighed ecstatically.
“Selfishness, Discontent,” she continued, “the premier rules of this
great art are mastered in the realization of my own loveliness and the
rebellion against fate, injustice of our sacred laws which sacrifices me
for the welfare of humanity.”
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