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Updated: May 4, 2025
Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough. And with us there is eternity. THE NEWLY BORN. Nothing need happen. I never heard such nonsense in all my life. I shall know how to take care of myself. THE SHE-ANCIENT. So you think. THE NEWLY BORN. I don't think: I know. I shall enjoy life for ever and ever.
THE SHE-ANCIENT. One day, when I was tired of learning to walk forward with some of my feet and backwards with others and sideways with the rest all at once, I sat on a rock with my four chins resting on four of my palms, and four or my elbows resting on four of my knees.
THE SHE-ANCIENT. What name have you chosen for her? ACIS. Amaryllis. THE NEWLY BORN. What does it mean? A YOUTH. Love. A MAIDEN. Mother. ANOTHER YOUTH. Lilies. ACIS. Acis. THE NEWLY BORN. I love you, Acis. I must have you all to myself. Take me in your arms. ACIS. Steady, young one. I am three years old. THE NEWLY BORN. What has that to do with it?
THE SHE-ANCIENT. I, like Arjillax, found out that my statues of bodily beauty were no longer even beautiful to me; and I pressed on and made statues and pictures of men and women of genius, like those in the old fable of Michael Angelo. Like Martellus, I smashed them when I saw that there was no life in them: that they were so dead that they would not even dissolve as a dead body does.
Which is just what this old gentleman and this old lady seem to think too. THE SHE-ANCIENT. Quite so. THE HE-ANCIENT. Precisely. What do you want to be? THE HE-ANCIENT. A vortex. THE NEWLY BORN. A what? THE SHE-ANCIENT. A vortex. I began as a vortex: why should I not end as one? ECRASIA. Oh! That is what you old people are, Vorticists. ACIS. But if life is thought, can you live without a head?
For whilst we are tied to this tyrannous body we are subject to its death, and our destiny is not achieved. THE NEWLY BORN. What is your destiny? THE HE-ANCIENT. To be immortal. THE SHE-ANCIENT. The day will come when there will be no people, only thought. THE HE-ANCIENT. And that will be life eternal. ECRASIA. I trust I shall meet my fatal accident before that day dawns.
The She-Ancient looks at the Newly Born critically; feels her bumps like a phrenologist; grips her muscles and shakes her limbs; examines her teeth; looks into her eyes for a moment; and finally relinquishes her with an air of having finished her job. THE SHE-ANCIENT. She will do. She may live. They all wave their hands and shout for joy. Suppose there had been anything wrong with me?
We have called to her to be quiet and wait until you come; but of course she only half understands, and is very impatient. THE SHE-ANCIENT. Very well. Bring her out into the sun. Come along. Joyous processional music strikes up in the temple. I had rather be miserable in my own way than callous in yours. THE SHE-ANCIENT. You like being miserable?
At the end of four years, your mind will change: you will become wise; and then you will be entrusted with power. THE NEWLY BORN. But I want power now. THE SHE-ANCIENT. No doubt you do; so that you could play with the world by tearing it to pieces. THE NEWLY BORN. Only to see how it is made. I should put it all together again much better than before.
THE SHE-ANCIENT. Yet the more beautiful they become the further they retreat from you. You cannot caress them as you caress the rag doll. You cannot cry for them when they are broken or lost, or when you pretend they have been unkind to you, as you could when you played with rag dolls. THE HE-ANCIENT. At last, like Pygmalion, you demand from your dolls the final perfection of resemblance to life.
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