writing, will roll unceasingly over their civilized realms, involving
an unbelievable waste in labor and time, and sapping the intelligence
talk is supposed to upbuild. In a simian civilization, great halls
will be erected for lectures, and great throngs will actually pay
to go inside at night to hear some self-satisfied talk-maker chatter
for hours. Almost any subject will do for a lecture, or talk; yet
very few subjects will be counted important enough for the average
man to do any /thinking/ on them, off by himself.

In their futurist books they will dream of an even worse state,
a more dreadful indulgence in communication than the one just
described. This they'll hope to achieve by a system called mental
telepathy. They will long to communicate wordlessly, mind impinging
on mind, until all their minds are awash with messages every moment,
and withdrawal from the stream is impossible anywhere on earth.
This will foster the brotherhood of man. (Conglomerateness being
their ideal.) Super-cats would have invented more barriers instead
of more channels.

Discoveries in surgery and medicine will also be over-praised. The
reason will be that the race will so need these discoveries. Unlike
the great cats, simians tend to undervalue the body. Having less
self-respect, less proper regard for their egos, they care less than
the cats do for the casing of the ego,--the body. The more civilized
they grow the more they will let their bodies deteriorate. They will
let their shoulders stoop, their lungs shrink, and their stomachs
grow fat. No other species will be quite so deformed and distorted.
Athletics they will watch, yes, but on the whole sparingly practise.
Their snuffy old scholars will even be proud to decry them. Where
once the simians swung high through forests, or scampered like