The Mummy! A Tale of the Twenty-Second CenturyLoudon, Mrs. (Jane)
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The Mummy! A Tale of the Twenty-Second Century
Loudon, Mrs. (Jane)
Feminist fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-second century -- Fiction
"Very well, Sir," said Mr. Jones, wagging his ears in token of assent;
for in those days of universal education, even the muscles of the head
were trained to perform functions which in former days it was only
supposed possible they _might_ attain: "You are quite right, Sir,--no
person of fashion ever wears any thing else now."
"Oh, Edric!" cried the doctor, "I shall be ready to attend to you
directly;--and so, Mrs. Celestina, you must make the soup, if you
please, water-proof; and you, Mr. Crispin, must have the boots ready to
dissolve, at a moment's notice. Oh, dear! oh, dear, what a perplexity
I am in, my head is going just like a steam-boat, at the rate of sixty
miles an hour!"
"Upon my word, doctor," said Edric, looking round in dismay, "if we are
to take half the things assembled here, I do not know where we shall
find a balloon large enough and strong enough even to raise us from the
ground."
"I will show you one," replied the doctor, mysteriously; and solemnly
drawing forth from his bosom a key, which appeared to have been
suspended by a ribbon from his neck, he slowly opened, with great
difficulty, a secret drawer in his escritoire, and produced from its
inmost recesses a small bottle of Indian rubber. The gravity of the
doctor's manner, and the length of time that he had employed in this
operation, had excited Edric's curiosity, and he burst into a violent
and uncontrollable fit of laughter when he saw the result.
"What is the matter, Edric?" asked the doctor, with the utmost
solemnity; "what can be the occasion of this unceremonious and
ill-timed levity?"
"Parturient mountains, my dear doctor," replied Edric, still
laughing,--"you know the rest."
"Ridicule, Edric," said the doctor gravely, "is by no means the test
of truth. Fools often,--nay, generally, laugh at what they cannot
understand, and when I shall have explained the motives of my conduct,
I trust you will feel ashamed of your present weak and unseasonable
mirth.
"Caoutchouc, Edric, is a substance capable of astonishing dilation and
contraction; whilst the peculiar elasticity and tenacity of its fibres
give it a strength and solidity, very rare in bodies when in a state
of extreme tension. There are several very extraordinary phenomena
relating to elastic bodies, which I am happy to have an apposite
opportunity of explaining to you." (Edric yawned.) "You know, elastic
substances have the power of wonderfully resisting a force which would
annihilate solids, apparently infinitely stronger than themselves, as a
feather-bed will repulse a cannon-ball that would penetrate with ease
through a thick table. Now the reason for this is clear: the elastic
body has the power of summoning all its forces to its assistance, for
the effect of a blow may be traced even to its remotest extremity;
whereas the solid substance can only oppose its enemy by the mere
resistance of the identical part struck."
"Certainly," said Edric, striving to suppress a yawn; "nothing can be
more clear."
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