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"
We
cannot
be
dogmatic
about
it
,
but
at
least
without
what
you
have
ventured
to
call
monstrous
conceit
we
can
surely
say
that
we
are
the
highest
thing
in
nature
.
"
"
The
highest
of
which
we
have
cognizance
.
"
"
That
,
sir
,
goes
without
saying
.
"
"
Think
of
all
the
millions
and
possibly
billions
of
years
that
the
earth
swung
empty
through
space
—
or
,
if
not
empty
,
at
least
without
a
sign
or
thought
of
the
human
race
.
Think
of
it
,
washed
by
the
rain
and
scorched
by
the
sun
and
swept
by
the
wind
for
those
unnumbered
ages
.
Man
only
came
into
being
yesterday
so
far
as
geological
times
goes
.
Why
,
then
,
should
it
be
taken
for
granted
that
all
this
stupendous
preparation
was
for
his
benefit
?
"
"
For
whose
then
—
or
for
what
?
"
Summerlee
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
How
can
we
tell
?
For
some
reason
altogether
beyond
our
conception
—
and
man
may
have
been
a
mere
accident
,
a
by
-
product
evolved
in
the
process
.
It
is
as
if
the
scum
upon
the
surface
of
the
ocean
imagined
that
the
ocean
was
created
in
order
to
produce
and
sustain
it
,
or
a
mouse
in
a
cathedral
thought
that
the
building
was
its
own
proper
ordained
residence
.
"
I
have
jotted
down
the
very
words
of
their
argument
,
but
now
it
degenerates
into
a
mere
noisy
wrangle
with
much
polysyllabic
scientific
jargon
upon
each
side
.
It
is
no
doubt
a
privilege
to
hear
two
such
brains
discuss
the
highest
questions
;
but
as
they
are
in
perpetual
disagreement
,
plain
folk
like
Lord
John
and
I
get
little
that
is
positive
from
the
exhibition
.
They
neutralize
each
other
and
we
are
left
as
they
found
us
.
Now
the
hubbub
has
ceased
,
and
Summerlee
is
coiled
up
in
his
chair
,
while
Challenger
,
still
fingering
the
screws
of
his
microscope
,
is
keeping
up
a
continual
low
,
deep
,
inarticulate
growl
like
the
sea
after
a
storm
.
Lord
John
comes
over
to
me
,
and
we
look
out
together
into
the
night
.
There
is
a
pale
new
moon
—
the
last
moon
that
human
eyes
will
ever
rest
upon
—
and
the
stars
are
most
brilliant
.
Even
in
the
clear
plateau
air
of
South
America
I
have
never
seen
them
brighter
.
Possibly
this
etheric
change
has
some
effect
upon
light
.
The
funeral
pyre
of
Brighton
is
still
blazing
,
and
there
is
a
very
distant
patch
of
scarlet
in
the
western
sky
,
which
may
mean
trouble
at
Arundel
or
Chichester
,
possibly
even
at
Portsmouth
.
I
sit
and
muse
and
make
an
occasional
note
.
There
is
a
sweet
melancholy
in
the
air
.
Youth
and
beauty
and
chivalry
and
love
—
is
this
to
be
the
end
of
it
all
?
The
starlit
earth
looks
a
dreamland
of
gentle
peace
.
