Unveiling a Parallel: A RomanceJones, Alice Ilgenfritz
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Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance
Jones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Feminist fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopian fiction
I suspect that it requires a great deal of skill to construct a
Marsian costume, whether for male or female. They are not altogether
dissimilar; the women's stuffs are of a little finer quality
ordinarily, but their dress is not usually so elaborately trimmed as
the men's garb, which struck me as very peculiar. Both sexes wear
white, or a soft cream. The fabric is either a sort of fine linen, or
a mixture of silk and wool.
After Severnius and I came to understand each other, as comrades and
friends, he laughingly compared my dress, in which I had made my first
appearance, to the saddle and housings of a horse. He declared that he
and his friends were not quite sure whether I was a man or a beast.
But he was too polite to give me the remotest hint, during our early
acquaintance, that he considered my garb absurd.
When, having completed my toilet, I indicated to him that I was ready
for the next thing on the program,--which I sincerely hoped might be
breakfast,--he approached me and taking my hand placed a gold ring on
my finger. It was set with a superb rubellite enhanced with pearls.
The stone was the only bit of color in my entire dress. Even my shoes
were of white canvas.
I thanked him as well as I was able for this especial mark of favor. I
was pleased that he had given me a gem not only beautiful, but
possessing remarkable qualities. I held it in a ray of sunlight and
turned it this way and that, to show him that I was capable of
appreciating its beauties and its peculiar characteristics.
He was delighted, and I had the satisfaction of feeling that I had
made a good impression upon him.
He led the way down-stairs, and luckily into the breakfast room.
We were served by men dressed similarly to ourselves, though their
clothing was without trimming and was of coarser material than ours.
They moved about the room swiftly and noiselessly. Motion upon that
planet seems so natural and so easy. There is very little inertia to
overcome.
Our meal was rather odd; it consisted of fruits, some curiously
prepared cereals, and a hot palatable drink. No meat.
After this light but entirely satisfactory repast we ascended the
grand stairway--a marvel of beauty in its elaborate carvings--and
entered a lofty apartment occupying a large part of the last _etage_.
I at first made out that it was a place devoted to the fine arts. I
had noticed a somewhat conspicuous absence, in the rooms below, of the
sort of things with which rich people in our country crowd their
houses. I understood now, they were all marshaled up here.
There were exquisitely carved vessels of all descriptions, bronzes,
marbles, royal paintings, precious minerals.
Here also were the riches of color.
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