"Suppose," he said, "that Science had found out the way, not to restore what is lost, but to arrest further loss; not to give back what is gone--you might as well try to restore a leg that has been cut off--but to prevent further loss. Consider this for a moment, I pray you. Those who search into Nature's secrets might, if this were done for them, carry on their investigations far beyond any point which had yet been reached; those who cultivate Art might attain to a greater skill of hand and truth of sight than has ever yet been seen; those who study human nature might multiply their observations; those who love might have a longer time for their passion; men who are strong might remain strong; women who are beautiful might remain beautiful--" "Sir," cried again the old man eloquent, "give me back my manhood!" The Lecturer made no reply, but went on: "The rich might have a time--a sensible length of time--in which to enjoy their wealth; the young might remain young; the old might grow no older; the feeble might not become more feeble--all for a prolonged time. As for those whose lives could never become anything but a burden to themselves and to the rest of the world--the crippled, the criminal, the poor, the imbecile, the incompetent, the stupid, and the frivolous--they would live out their allotted lives and die. It would be for the salt of the earth, for the flower of mankind, for the men strong of intellect and endowed above the common herd, that Science would reserve this precious gift." "Give me back my manhood!" cried again the old man eloquent. But he was not alone, for they all sprang to their feet together and cried aloud, shrieking, weeping, stretching forth hands, "Give--give--give!" But the Director, who knew that what was asked for would be given, sat silent and self-possessed. The Speaker motioned them all to sit down again.