organisation mostly）； and by vitiating one of their most sacred
instincts。
The Professor； who was a delightful person； seemed greatly
surprised at the view which I took； but it had no influence with
him whatsoever。 No one； he answered； expected that the boy either
would or could know all that he said he knew； but the world was
full of compromises； and there was hardly any affirmation which
would bear being interpreted literally。 Human language was too
gross a vehicle of thoughtthought being incapable of absolute
translation。 He added； that as there can be no translation from
one language into another which shall not scant the meaning
somewhat； or enlarge upon it； so there is no language which can
render thought without a jarring and a harshness somewhereand so
forth； all of which seemed to come to this in the end； that it was
the custom of the country； and that the Erewhonians were a
conservative people； that the boy would have to begin compromising
sooner or later； and this was part of his education in the art。 It
was perhaps to be regretted that compromise should be as necessary
as it was； still it was necessary； and the sooner the boy got to
understand it the better for himself。 But they never tell this to
the boy。
From the book of their mythology about the unborn I made the
extracts which will form the following chapter。
CHAPTER XIX： THE WORLD OF THE UNBORN
The Erewhonians say that we are drawn through life backwards； or
again； that we go onwards into the future as into a dark corridor。
Time walks beside us and flings back shutters as we advance； but
the light thus given often dazzles us； and deepens the darkness
which is in front。 We can see but little at a time； and heed that
little far less than our apprehension of what we shall see next；
ever peering curiously through the glare of the present into the
gloom of the future； we presage the leading lines of that which is
before us； by faintly reflected lights from dull mirrors that are
behind； and stumble on as we may till the trap…door opens beneath
us and we are gone。
They say at other times that the future and the past are as a
panorama upon two rollers； that which is on the roller of the
future unwraps itself on to the roller of the past； we cannot
hasten it； and we may not stay it； we must see all that is unfolded
to us whether it be good or ill； and what we have seen once we may
see again no more。 It is ever unwinding and being wound； we catch
it in transition for a moment； and call it present； our flustered
senses gather what impression they can； and we guess at what is
coming by the tenor of that which we have seen。 The same hand has
painted the whole picture； and the incidents vary littlerivers；
woods； plains； mountains； towns and peoples； love； sorrow； and
death： yet the interest never flags； and we look hopefully for
some good fortune； or fearfully lest our own faces be shown us as
figuring in something terrible。 When the scene is past we think we
know it； though there is so much to see； and so little time to see
it； that our conceit of knowledge as regards the past is for the
most part poorly founded； neither do we care about it greatly； save
in so far as it may affect the future； wherein our interest mainly
lies。
The Erewhonians say it was by chance only that the earth and stars
and all the heavenly worlds began to roll from east to west； and
not from west to east； and in like manner they say it is by chance
that man is drawn through life with his face to the past instead of
to the future。 For the future is there as much as the past； only
that we may not see it。 Is it not in the loins of the past； and
must not the past alter before the future can do so？
Sometimes； again； they say that there was a race of men tried upon
the earth once； who knew the future better than the past； but that
they died in a twelvemonth from the misery which their knowledge
caused them； and if any were to be born too prescient now； he would
be culled out by natural selection； before he had time to transmit
so peace…destroying a faculty to his descendants。
Strange fate for man！ He must perish if he get that； which he must
perish if he strive not after。 If he strive not after it he is no
better than the brutes； if he get it he is more miserable than the
devils。
Having waded through many chapters like the above； I came at last
to the unborn themselves； and found that they were held to be souls
pure and simple； having no actual bodies； but living in a sort of
gaseous yet more or less anthropomorphic existence； like that of a
ghost； they have thus neither flesh nor blood nor warmth。
Nevertheless they are supposed to have local habitations and cities
wherein they dwell； though these are as unsubstantial as their
inhabitants； they are even thought to eat and drink some thin
ambrosial sustenance； and generally to be capable of doing whatever
mankind can do； only after a visionary ghostly fashion as in a
dream。 On the other hand； as long as they remain where they are
they never diethe only form of death in the unborn world being
the leaving it for our own。 They are believed to be extremely
numerous； far more so than mankind。 They arrive from unknown
planets； full grown； in large batches at a time； but they can only
leave the unborn world by taking the steps necessary for their
arrival herewhich is； in fact； by suicide。
They ought to be an exceedingly happy people； for they have no
extremes of good or ill fortune； never marrying； but living in a
state much like that fabled by the poets as the primitive condition
of mankind。 In spite of this； however； they are incessantly
complaining； they know that we in this world have bodies； and
indeed they know everything else about us； for they move among us
whithersoever they will； and can read our thoughts； as well as
survey our actions at pleasure。 One would think that this should
be enough for them； and most of them are indeed alive to the
desperate risk which they will run by indulging themselves in that
body with 〃sensible warm motion〃 which they so much desire；
nevertheless； there are some to whom the ennui of a disembodied
existence is so intolerable that they will venture anything for a
change； so they resolve to quit。 The conditions which they must
accept are so uncertain； that none but the most foolish of the
unborn will consent to them； and it is from these； and these only；
that our own ranks are recruited。
When they have finally made up their minds to leave； they must go
before the magistrate of the nearest town； and sign an affidavit of
their desire to quit their then existence。 On their having done
this； the magistrate reads them the conditions which they must
accept； and which are so long that I can only extract some of the
principal points； which are mainly the following：…
First； they must take a potion which will destroy their memory and
sense of identity； they must go into the world helpless； and
without a will of their own； they must draw lots for their
dispositions before they go； and take them； such as they are； for
better or worseneither are they to be allowed any choice in the
matter of the body which they so much desire； they are simply
allotted by chance； and without appeal； to two people whom it is
their business to find and pester until they adopt them。 Who these
are to be； whether rich or poor； kind or unkind； healthy or
diseased； there is no knowing； they have； in fact； to entrust
themselves for many years to the care of those for whose good
constitution and good sense they have no sort of guarantee。
It is curious to read the lectures which the wiser heads give to
those who are meditating a change。 They talk with them as we talk
with a spendthrift； and with about as much success。
〃To be born；〃 they say； 〃is a felonyit is a capital crime； for
which sentence may be executed at any moment after the commission
of the offence。 You may perhaps happen to live for some seventy or
eighty years； but what is that； compared with the eternity you now
enjoy？ And even though the sentence were commuted； and you were
allowed to live on for ever； you would in time become so terribly
weary of life that execution would be the greatest mercy to you。
〃Consider the infinite risk； to be born of wicked parents and
trained in vice！ to be born of silly parents； and trained to
unrealities！ of parents who regard you as a sort of chattel or
property； belonging more to them than to yourself！ Again； you may
draw utterly unsympathetic parents； who will never be able to
understand you； and who will do their best to thwart you （as a hen
when she has hatched a duckling）； and then call you ungrateful
because you do not love them； or； again； you may draw parents who
look upon you as a thing to be cowed while it is still young； lest
it should give them trouble hereafter by having wishes and feelings
of its own。
〃In later life； when you have been finally allowed to pass muster
as a full member of the world； you will yourself become liable to
the pesterings of the unbornand a very happy life you may be led
in consequence！ For we solicit so strongly that a few onlynor
these the bestcan refuse us； and yet not to refuse is much the
same as going into partnership with half…a…dozen different people
about whom one can know absolutely nothing beforehandnot even
whether one is going into partnership with men or women； nor with
how many of either。 Delude not yourself with thinking that you
will be wiser than your parents。 You may be an age in advance of
those whom you have pestered； but unless you are one of the great
ones you will still be an age behind those who will in their turn
pester you。
〃Imagine what it must be to have an unborn quartered upon you； who
is of an entirely different temperament and disposition to your
own； nay； half…a…dozen such； who will not love you though you have
stinted yourself in a thousand ways to provide for their comfort
and well…being；who will forget all your self…sacrifice； and of
whom you may never be sure that they are not bearing a grudge
against you for errors of judgement into which you may have fallen；
though you had hope