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
"They are, of course," said he, "at least with us. I was shocked to
find it quite different in Paleveria. There, it seemed to me,
machinery--which has been such a boon to the laborers here--has been
utilized simply and solely to increase the wealth of the rich. I saw a
good many people who looked as though they were on the brink of
starvation."
"I don't see how you manage it otherwise," I confessed.
"It belongs to the history of past generations," he replied. "Perhaps
the hardest struggle our progenitors had was to conquer the lusts of
the flesh,--of which the greed of wealth is doubtless the greatest.
They began to realize, generations ago, that Mars was rich enough to
maintain all his children in comfort and even luxury,--that none need
hunger, or thirst, or go naked or houseless, and that more than this
was vanity and vain-glory. And just as they, with intense assiduity,
sought out and cultivated nature's resources--for the reduction of
labor and the increase of wealth--so they sought out and cultivated
within themselves corresponding resources, those fit to meet the new
era of material prosperity; namely, generosity and brotherly love."
"Then you really and truly practice what you preach!" said I, with
scant politeness, and I hastened to add, "Severnius told me that you
recognize the trinity in human nature. Well, we do, too, upon the
Earth, but the Three have hardly an equal chance! We preach the
doctrine considerably more than we practice it."
"I understand that you are a highly intellectual people," remarked
Calypso, courteously.
"Yes, I suppose we are," said I; "our achievements in that line are
nothing to be ashamed of. And," I added, remembering some felicitous
sensations of my own, "there is no greater delight than the travail of
intellect which brings forth great ideas."
"Pardon me!" he returned, "the travail of soul which brings forth a
great love--a love willing to share equally with others the fruits of
intellectual triumph--is, to my mind, infinitely greater."
We had reached the terrace, or little plateau, on which my friends'
house stood; it was like a strip of green velvet for color and
smoothness.
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