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1 " But this I do know that since you have told me that ten years have elapsed since I departed from this earth I have lost all respect for time—I am commencing to doubt that such a thing exists other than in the weak, finite mind of man. "
― Edgar Rice Burroughs , At the Earth's Core (Pellucidar #1)
2 " Kho closed and sought my jugular with his teeth. He seemed to forget the hatchet dangling by "
3 " Bowen!" she cried. "Your knife! "
4 " how futile is man's poor, weak imagination by comparison with Nature's incredible genius. And "
5 " If man spoke only when he had something worth while to say and said that as quickly as possible, ninety-eight per cent of the human race might as well be dumb, thereby establishing a heavenly harmony from pate to tonsil. "
6 " But it was ever thus. That which has never come within the scope of our really pitifully meager world-experience cannot be—our "
7 " There was no need for words—at least none that I could imagine, unless Perry desired to pray. And I was quite sure that he would, "
8 " But when I saw these sleek, shiny carcasses shimmering in the sunlight as they emerged from the ocean, shaking their giant heads; when I saw the waters roll from their sinuous bodies in miniature waterfalls as they glided hither and thither, now upon the surface, now half submerged; as I saw them meet, open-mouthed, hissing and snorting, in their titanic and interminable warring I realized how futile is man’s poor, week imagination by comparison with Nature’s incredible genius. "
9 " I thought of my friends of the outer world, and of how they all would go on living their lives in total ignorance of the strange and terrible fate that had overtaken me, or unguessing the weird surroundings which had witnessed the last frightful agony of my extinction. And with these thoughts came a realization of how unimportant to the life and happiness of the world is the existence of any one of us. We may be snuffed out without an instant's warning, and for a brief day our friends speak of us with subdued voices. The following morning, while the first worm is busily engaged in testing the construction of our coffin, they are teeing up for the first hole to suffer more acute sorrow over a sliced ball than they did over our, to us, untimely demise. "