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The Alchemist, v.1, issue 3, Summer 1940
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----- THE ALCHEMIST------ Page 11 why we are. Needless to say, the result is extremely unflattering. By inhabiting the mind of this contemporary with the intellect of a Last Man we are given a sharp and clear insight into our many short-comings and in a measure, shown a way out of impending disaster. Nothing is left unsaid. And yet, with that generous grasp of the ALL, the superman sees in us much of quality and potentiality, of sweetness and great courage, a strange defiance of the omnipotence of forces that amazes even him. He grants us a certain grudging respect but tells us in no uncertain terms that but for our stupidity in our own time the speed of man's rise might have been accellerated and much pain and misery left undone. From the lofty and utterly unattainable height of his wisdom he looks down upon us, scolding us with Jovian anger---and occasionally winking. In no other book by any other author has the sex relationship of humanity been so delicately and frankly illustrated. The author shows this quality in all of his works. Without descending to crudity humans enter into the most intimate of contacts, both mental and physical. In a way, Stapledon assumes unto himself the function of a dispassionate god without meaning to do so. Tracerys sweep the pages of this book; light, gracefully, truth seems to trill in chapter after chapter, delighting the reader with its sweetness and clarity. The concluding work of the series, "The Star Maker" is undoubtedly the mightiest effort to plumb the depths of knowledge and experience yet made by the mind of man. Making no bones about what he is doing, Stapledon whirls the reader up on a cloud and throws him adrift in the universe, scudding from star to star on a frenzied, hastened journey to the
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----- THE ALCHEMIST------ Page 11 why we are. Needless to say, the result is extremely unflattering. By inhabiting the mind of this contemporary with the intellect of a Last Man we are given a sharp and clear insight into our many short-comings and in a measure, shown a way out of impending disaster. Nothing is left unsaid. And yet, with that generous grasp of the ALL, the superman sees in us much of quality and potentiality, of sweetness and great courage, a strange defiance of the omnipotence of forces that amazes even him. He grants us a certain grudging respect but tells us in no uncertain terms that but for our stupidity in our own time the speed of man's rise might have been accellerated and much pain and misery left undone. From the lofty and utterly unattainable height of his wisdom he looks down upon us, scolding us with Jovian anger---and occasionally winking. In no other book by any other author has the sex relationship of humanity been so delicately and frankly illustrated. The author shows this quality in all of his works. Without descending to crudity humans enter into the most intimate of contacts, both mental and physical. In a way, Stapledon assumes unto himself the function of a dispassionate god without meaning to do so. Tracerys sweep the pages of this book; light, gracefully, truth seems to trill in chapter after chapter, delighting the reader with its sweetness and clarity. The concluding work of the series, "The Star Maker" is undoubtedly the mightiest effort to plumb the depths of knowledge and experience yet made by the mind of man. Making no bones about what he is doing, Stapledon whirls the reader up on a cloud and throws him adrift in the universe, scudding from star to star on a frenzied, hastened journey to the
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