Остров доктора Моро
The Sayers of the Law.
ArewenotMen?"NottochaseotherMen;thatistheLaw.ArewenotMen?"
Andsofromtheprohibitionoftheseactsoffolly,ontotheprohibitionofwhatIthoughtthenwerethemaddest,mostimpossible,andmostindecentthingsonecouldwellimagine.Akindofrhythmicfervourfellonallofus;wegabbledandswayedfasterandfaster,repeatingthisamazingLaw.Superficiallythecontagionofthesebruteswasuponme,butdeepdownwithinmethelaughteranddisguststruggledtogether.Weranthroughalonglistofprohibitions,andthenthechantswungroundtoanewformula.
"HisistheHouseofPain."HisistheHandthatmakes."HisistheHandthatwounds."HisistheHandthatheals."
Andsoonforanotherlongseries,mostlyquiteincomprehensiblegibberishtomeaboutHim,whoeverhemightbe.Icouldhavefancieditwasadream,butneverbeforehaveIheardchantinginadream.
"Hisisthelightningflash,"wesang."Hisisthedeep,saltsea."
AhorriblefancycameintomyheadthatMoreau,afteranimalisingthesemen,hadinfectedtheirdwarfedbrainswithakindofdeificationofhimself.However,Iwastookeenlyawareofwhiteteethandstrongclawsaboutmetostopmychantingonthataccount.
"Hisarethestarsinthesky."
Atlastthatsongended.
