The Evacuation of England: The Twist in the Gulf StreamGratacap, L. P. (Louis Pope)
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The Evacuation of England: The Twist in the Gulf Stream
Gratacap, L. P. (Louis Pope)
Climatic changes -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction
And then came the people of the Earth, from the ends of the world they
came; the wild, the exotic, the uncouth, the suave, and treacherous,
the mystic, the benign, the terrible, in all garbs, in vestures of wool
and silk and cotton, in no small numbers without much vesture. It was
a web of hues, a carpet of figures and dyes, a lithe and sinuous and
portentous living worm, each zone of its immense length, as it swayed
and twisted and halted, and then slipped on with ludicrous indecision
and disorder, made up of races, ethnic blotches or flowers from the
round prolific globe. The army had been history, the procession now
became psychological, a review of temperaments, endowments, climates,
proclivities and talents; nay it wore the aspect of a zoological
medley, a vast menagery of animal products, that with growl and
scream, trumpetings or fluttering wings gave to the congeries of
men and women who walked among them, or with them, the sentiment
and resemblance of the parade of the beasts before Adam. As if with
England’s dislodgement, the shaken countries of the earth emptied out
their populations in her wake, disturbed in all their resting places by
her calamity; spilled from their hidden corners into the shining light
of day, and bringing with them the animals of the fields and the birds
of the air. And the air itself was cruelly brilliant. The severity of
outlines, the sharp shadows, the nipping frostiness in the shades,
where the sun was not found, told the weary story that England had lost
her climate, and was swept back in a normal alignment with the cold and
feeble countries of the pole.
What is this odd group accentuated in the midst of all this confusion
of types by a more bizarre strangeness, the quizzical fatuity and
simpering idiocy of devotion--grinning _shikaris_ from the Tibet with
prayer wheels--from the lofty valleys of Baltistan and Ladakh, from
Kargil and Maulbek Chamba--incredible children from the East with their
rotating brass wheels, with a woman or so, proudly walking among them
carrying a burden of wealth in her turquoise and carnelian encrusted
pberak bound around her head and terminating in a black knotted fringe
behind her neck.
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