This town, which was located some miles from the wall and yet was
constantly fanned by cool breezes from the wind generators, had one
striking feature all its own: it was dominated by two colossal bronze
figures, one of a man, the other of a woman, which reached far above
the city domes and towers halfway to the green-glass sky. Both these
statues were carved with an irresistible majesty, the man’s face that
of an Apollo, the woman’s that of a Diana; and their right hands were
extended high over the city roofs and joined in a firm clasp, so
lifelike that I might almost have expected them to move and speak. At
first I thought that they represented mythological characters, but an
inscription at their base informed me of my error, for the man was
meant to typify Wisdom, and the woman Beauty; and in their union above
the spires and columns of Atlantis I thought I could read the meaning
and purpose of the entire land.
CHAPTER XXII
The Journey Ends
During the thirty days of our journey, I was the witness of marvels so
numerous that, if I were to dwell upon them all, I might fill hundreds
of pages. Yet while there is much that cannot be recorded and much
that I have forgotten, there are some observations which have stamped
themselves indelibly upon my memory, and which are so essential for an
understanding of Atlantis that I could not well overlook them.
Thus, I found that the wall enclosing the country formed a vast circle,
of a diameter impossible to determine precisely but probably in the
neighborhood of two hundred miles. Thus, also, I learned that the glass
roof was at an average height of five hundred feet above the ground,
although the distance varied greatly according to the level of the
land; and I discovered that it was everywhere supported by myriads
of the huge tinted columns--columns with steel interiors and surface
of concrete or stone. I ascertained, likewise, that the Salty River
followed an absolutely unbending course, flowing in a straight-line
and on an even, gradual grade from the western wall of Atlantis to
the eastern (since it was really a canal rather than a river); and I
was amazed and dazzled at sight of the great intra-atomic pumps which
forced the torrents back into the sea.
Since they were expected to overcome a pressure of many tons to the
square foot, these pumps had to be very powerful; and powerful they
were, with their labyrinths of levers and revolving chains, and
three-hundred-foot pistons and rods that pounded against the waters
like gigantic pile-drivers, pressing them slowly back into the sea to
the accompaniment of a roaring and thundering that could be heard for
miles and that proved deafening upon close approach.
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