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Itwasthatsimplicitythatseemedsomehowtobethenucleusoftheshock.Fromveryfamiliarityoneforgetsalltheforceswhichkeepthebalance,andthinksofsecurityasnormal.Itisnot.Idon’tthinkithadeverbeforeoccurredtomethatman’ssupremacyisnotprimarilyduetohisbrain,asmostofthebookswouldhaveonethink.Itisduetothebrain’scapacitytomakeuseoftheinformationconveyedtoitbyanarrowbandofvisiblelightrays.Hiscivilization,allthathehadachievedormightachieve,hunguponhisabilitytoperceivethatrangeofvibrationsfromredtoviolet.Withoutthat,hewaslost.Isawforamomentthetruetenuousnessofhisholdonhispower,themiraclesthathehadwroughtwithsuchafragileinstrument.
Josellahadbeenpursuingherownlineofthought.
"It’sgoingtobeaveryqueersortofworld—what’sleftofit.Idon’tthinkwe’regoingtolikeitalot,"shesaidreflectively.
Itseemedtomeanoddviewtotake—ratherasifoneshouldprotestthatonedidnotliketheideaofdyingorbeingborn.Ipreferredthenotionoffindingoutfirsthowitwouldbe,andthendoingwhatonecouldaboutthepartsofitonedislikedmost,butIletitpass.
Fromtimetotimewehadheardthesoundoftrucksdrivinguptothefarsideofthebuilding.Itwasevidentthatmostoftheforagingpartiesmusthavereturnedbythishour.Ilookedatmywatchandreachedforthetriffidgunslyingonthegrassbesideme
