Острів доктора Моро
Doctor Moreau Explains.
Onceortwice—"Hewassilent,foraminuteperhaps."Theseyears!Howtheyhaveslippedby!AndhereIhavewastedadaysavingyourlife,andamnowwastinganhourexplainingmyself!"
"But,"saidI,"Istilldonotunderstand.Whereisyourjustificationforinflictingallthispain?Theonlythingthatcouldexcusevivisectiontomewouldbesomeapplication—"
"Precisely,"saidhe."But,yousee,Iamdifferentlyconstituted.Weareondifferentplatforms.Youareamaterialist."
"Iamnotamaterialist,"Ibeganhotly.
"Inmyview—inmyview.Foritisjustthisquestionofpainthatpartsus.Solongasvisibleoraudiblepainturnsyousick;solongasyourownpainsdriveyou;solongaspainunderliesyourpropositionsaboutsin,—solong,Itellyou,youareananimal,thinkingalittlelessobscurelywhatananimalfeels.Thispain—"
Igaveanimpatientshrugatsuchsophistry.
"Oh,butitissuchalittlething!Amindtrulyopenedtowhatsciencehastoteachmustseethatitisalittlething.Itmaybethatsaveinthislittleplanet,thisspeckofcosmicdust,invisiblelongbeforetheneareststarcouldbeattained—itmaybe,Isay,thatnowhereelsedoesthisthingcalledpainoccur.
