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Updated: May 4, 2025
You have no sense of art; and you instinctively insult it. THE HE-ANCIENT. Children have been known to make dolls out of rags, and to caress them with the deepest fondness. THE SHE-ANCIENT. Eight centuries ago, when I was a child, I made a rag doll. The rag doll is the dearest of all. Have you got it still? THE SHE-ANCIENT. I kept it a full week.
Tell me some things that I ought to do and ought not to do. I feel the need of education. They all laugh at her, except the She-Ancient. THE SHE-ANCIENT. You will have grown out of that by tomorrow. The officials take their paraphernalia and the fragments of the egg back into the temple.
You have to keep sane, you know. The two Ancients look at one another; shrug their shoulders; and address themselves to their departure. THE HE-ANCIENT. We are staying too long with you, children. We must go. All the young people rise rather eagerly. ARJILLAX. Dont mention it. THE SHE-ANCIENT. It is tiresome for us, too.
THE SHE-ANCIENT. Child, child, how much enthusiasm will you have for man when you have endured eight centuries of him, as I have, and seen him perish by an empty mischance that is yet a certainty? When I discarded my dolls as he discarded his friends and his mountains, it was to myself I turned as to the final reality. Here, and here alone, I could shape and create.
THE SHE-ANCIENT. Children with anything wrong do not live here, my child. Life is not cheap with us. But you would not have felt anything. THE NEWLY BORN. You mean that you would have murdered me! THE SHE-ANCIENT. That is one of the funny words the newly born bring with them out of the past. You will forget it tomorrow. Now listen. You have four years of childhood before you.
And it will not be an accident. THE HE-ANCIENT. We are very tired of this subject. I must leave you. THE NEWLY BORN. What is being tired? THE SHE-ANCIENT. The penalty of attending to children. Farewell. The two Ancients go away severally, she into the grove, he up to the hills behind the temple. ECRASIA. Dreadful people! STREPHON. Bores!
THE HE-ANCIENT. When we discovered that, we shed our superfluous heads and legs and arms until we had our old shapes again, and no longer startled the children. THE SHE-ANCIENT. But still I am the slave of this slave, my body. How am I to be delivered from it? THE HE-ANCIENT. That, children, is the trouble of the ancients.
THE SHE-ANCIENT. Do not be so embittered because your sweetheart has outgrown her love for you. The Newly Born will make amends. THE NEWLY BORN. Oh yes: I will be more than she could ever have been. STREPHON. Psha! Jealous! THE NEWLY BORN. Oh no. I have grown out of that. I love her now because she loved you, and because you love her. THE HE-ANCIENT. That is the next stage.
You will not be very happy; but you will be interested and amused by the novelty of the world; and your companions here will teach you how to keep up an imitation of happiness during your four years by what they call arts and sports and pleasures. The worst of your troubles is already over. THE NEWLY BORN. What! In five minutes? THE SHE-ANCIENT. No: you have been growing for two years in the egg.
It is a huge egg. ACIS. Yes. THE TUNIC BEARER. It is a shame. Why cant we have more boys? More girls. We want new girls. Let me out. I want to be born. Wait. You will be born presently. THE EGG. No, no: at once, at once. The She-Ancient takes her two saws, and with a couple of strokes rips the egg open.
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