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
Every moment something new attracted our attention and the brief
journey was full of incident; the children were especially alive to
the small happenings about us, and I never before took such an
interest in what I should have called insignificant things. Sometimes
the conversation between my two friends and myself rose above the
understanding of the little ones, but they were never ignored,--nor
were they obtrusive; they seemed to know just where to fit their
little questions and remarks into the talk. It was quite wonderful. I
understood, of course, that the children had been brought down to meet
me in order that I might make their acquaintance immediately and
establish my relations with them, since I was to be for some time a
member of the household. They had their small interests apart from
their elders--carefully guarded by their elders--as children should
have; but whenever they were permitted to be with us, they were of us.
They were never allowed to feel that loneliness in a crowd which is
the most desolate loneliness in the world. Clytia especially had the
art of enveloping them in her sympathy, though her intellectual
faculties were employed elsewhere. And how they loved her! I have seen
nothing like it upon the Earth.
Perhaps I adapt myself with unusual readiness to new environments, and
assimilate more easily with new persons than most people do. I had, as
you know, left Paleveria with deep reluctance, under compulsion of my
will--moved by my better judgment; and throughout my journey I had
deliberately steeped myself in sweet and bitter memories of my life
there, to the exclusion of much that might have been interesting and
instructive to me on the way,--a foolish and childish thing to have
done. And now, suddenly, Paleveria dropped from me like a garment.
Some moral power in these new friends, and perhaps in this city of
Lunismar,--a power I could feel but could not define,--raised me to a
different, unmistakably a higher, plane. I felt the change as one
feels the change from underground to the upper air.
We first walked a little way through the city, which quite filled the
valley and crept up onto the hillsides, here and there.
Each building stood alone, with a little space of ground around it,
upon which grass and flowers and shrubbery grew, and often trees. Each
such space bore evidence that it was as tenderly and scrupulously
tended as a Japanese garden.
It was the cleanest city I ever saw; there was not an unsightly place,
not a single darksome alley or lurking place for vice, no huddling
together of miserable tenements. I remarked upon this and Calypso
explained:
"Our towns used to be compact, but since electricity has annihilated
distance we have spread ourselves out. We have plenty of ground for
our population, enough to give a generous slice all round. Lunismar
really extends through three valleys."
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