Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
‘No,’ said Karenin with his eyes upon the mountains, ‘I think you
underrate the available intelligence in those early decades of the
twentieth century. Officially, I know, politically, that intelligence
didn’t tell—but it was there. And I question your hypothesis. I doubt
if that discovery could have been delayed. There is a kind of
inevitable logic now in the progress of research. For a hundred years
and more thought and science have been going their own way regardless
of the common events of life. You see—_they have got loose_. If there
had been no Holsten there would have been some similar man. If atomic
energy had not come in one year it would have come in another. In
decadent Rome the march of science had scarcely begun.... Nineveh,
Babylon, Athens, Syracuse, Alexandria, these were the first rough
experiments in association that made a security, a breathing-space, in
which inquiry was born. Man had to experiment before he found out the
way to begin. But already two hundred years ago he had fairly begun....
The politics and dignities and wars of the nineteenth and twentieth
centuries were only the last phoenix blaze of the former civilisation
flaring up about the beginnings of the new. Which we serve.... ‘Man
lives in the dawn for ever,’ said Karenin. ‘Life is beginning and
nothing else but beginning. It begins everlastingly. Each step seems
vaster than the last, and does but gather us together for the nest.
This Modern State of ours, which would have been a Utopian marvel a
hundred years ago, is already the commonplace of life. But as I sit
here and dream of the possibilities in the mind of man that now gather
to a head beneath the shelter of its peace, these great mountains here
seem but little things....’
Section 6
About eleven Karenin had his midday meal, and afterwards he slept among
his artificial furs and pillows for two hours. Then he awoke and some
tea was brought to him, and he attended to a small difficulty in
connection with the Moravian schools in the Labrador country and in
Greenland that Gardener knew would interest him. He remained alone for
a little while after that, and then the two women came to him again.
Afterwards Edwards and Kahn joined the group, and the talk fell upon
love and the place of women in the renascent world. The cloudbanks of
India lay under a quivering haze, and the blaze of the sun fell full
upon the eastward precipices. Ever and again as they talked, some vast
splinter of rock would crack and come away from these, or a wild rush
of snow and ice and stone, pour down in thunder, hang like a wet thread
into the gulfs below, and cease....
Section 7
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