\"Somaydeathbe。Theworn—outbodilymachinecan’trecorditsimpression，butweknowthementalpleasurewhichliesinadreamoratrance。Naturemaybuildabeautifuldoorandhangitwithmanyagauzyandshimmeringcurtaintomakeanentrancetothenewlifeforourwonderingsouls。Inallmyprobingsoftheactual，Ihavealwaysfoundwisdomandkindnessatthecore；andifeverthefrightenedmortalneedstenderness，itissurelyashemakesthepassageperilousfromlifetolife。No，Summerlee，Iwillhavenoneofyourmaterialism，forI，atleast，amtoogreatathingtoendinmerephysicalconstituents，apacketofsaltsandthreebucketfulsofwater。Here——here\"——andhebeathisgreatheadwithhishuge，hairyfist——\"thereissomethingwhichusesmatter，butisnotofit——somethingwhichmightdestroydeath，butwhichdeathcanneverdestroy。\"
\"Talkin’ofdeath，\"saidLordJohn。\"I’maChristianofsorts，butitseemstometherewassomethin’mightynaturalinthoseancestorsofourswhowereburiedwiththeiraxesandbowsandarrowsandthelike，sameasiftheywerelivin’onjustthesameastheyusedto。Idon’tknow，\"headded，lookingroundthetableinashamefacedway，\"thatIwouldn’tfeelmorehomelymyselfifIwasputawaywithmyold。450Expressandthefowlin’—piece，theshorteronewiththerubberedstock，andacliportwoofcartridges——justafool’sfancy，ofcourse，butthereitis。Howdoesitstrikeyou，HerrProfessor？\"
\"Well，\"saidSummerlee，\"sinceyouaskmyopinion，itstrikesmeasanindefensiblethrowbacktotheStoneAgeorbeforeit。I’mofthetwentiethcenturymyself，andwouldwishtodielikeareasonablecivilizedman。Idon’tknowthatIammoreafraidofdeaththantherestofyou，forIamanoldishman，and，comewhatmay，Ican’thaveverymuchlongertolive；butitisallagainstmynaturetositwaitingwithoutastrugglelikeasheepforthebutcher。Isitquitecertain，Challenger，thatthereisnothingwecando？\"
\"Tosaveus——nothing，\"saidChallenger。\"Toprolongourlivesafewhoursandthustoseetheevolutionofthismightytragedybeforeweareactuallyinvolvedinit——thatmayprovetobewithinmypowers。Ihavetakencertainsteps————\"
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