Unveiling a Parallel: A RomanceJones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Science
Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance
Jones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Feminist fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopian fiction
It is scarcely egotistical for me to say that I was much sought after,
not only by the citizens of Thursia, but by many distinguished people
from other cities and countries. Among them were many men and women of
great scientific learning, who made me feel that I ought to have
provided myself with a better equipment of knowledge relative to my
own world, before taking my ambitious journey to Mars! They were
exceedingly polite, but I fear they were much disappointed in many of
my hazy responses to their eager questionings. I learned by this
experience the great value of exact information. In a country like
ours, where so much, and so many sorts, of knowledge are in the air, a
person is apt, unless he is a student of some particular thing, to get
little more than impressions.
There was I,--an average (let me hope!) American citizen,--at the
mercy of inquisitive experts in a hundred different arts and trades,
concerning which, in the main, my ideas might be conservatively
described as "general." You may imagine how unsatisfactory this was to
people anxious to know about our progress in physics and chemistry,
botany, and the great family of "ologies,"--or rather about our
processes in developing the principles of these great sciences.
With the astronomers and the electricians I got along all right; and I
was also able to make myself interesting,--or so I fancied--in
describing our social life, our educational and political
institutions, and our various forms of religion. Our modes of dress
were a matter of great curiosity to most of these people, and I was
often asked to exhibit my terrestrial garments.
It was when the crowd of outside visitors was at its thickest that the
Caskians arrived, and as their stay was brief, covering only two days,
you may suppose that we did not advance far on the road to mutual
acquaintance. But to tell the truth, there was not a moment's
strangeness between us after we had once clasped hands and looked into
each other's eyes. It might have been partly due to my own
preparedness to meet them with confidence and trust; but more, I
think, to their singular freedom from the conventional barriers with
which we hedge round our selfness. Their souls spoke to mine, and mine
answered back, and the compact of friendship was sealed in a glance.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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