A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay
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Again he felt his brain being probed.
"At this time of the year, for every hour's daylight that you have in summer, we have two." "The heat is terrific--and yet somehow I don't feel so distressed by it as I would have expected." "I feel it more than usual. It's not difficult to account for it; you have some of my blood, and I have some of yours." "Yes, every time I realise that, I--Tell me, Joiwind, will my blood alter, if I stay here long enough?--I mean, will it lose its redness and thickness, and become pure and thin and light-coloured, like yours?" "Why not? If you live as we live, you will assuredly grow like us." "Do you mean food and drink?" "We eat no food, and drink only water." "And on that you manage to sustain life?" "Well, Maskull, our water is good water," replied Joiwind, smiling. As soon as he could see again he stared around at the landscape. The enormous scarlet desert extended everywhere to the horizon, excepting where it was broken by the oasis. It was roofed by a cloudless, deep blue, almost violet, sky. The circle of the horizon was far larger |
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