what men call ‘God’ could do that. Unless perhaps a great invasion of superior beings from another planet, or another dimension, could do it. But I doubt if they would trouble to do it. They would probably merely use the Terrestrials as cattle or museum pieces or pets, or just vermin. All the same, if they wanted to make a better job of Hom. sap. I expect they could. But I can’t do it. I believe, if I set my mind to it, I could fairly easily secure power and take charge of the normal species; and, once in charge, I could make a much more satisfactory world, and a much happier world; but always I should have to accept the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] ultimate limitations of capacity in the normal species. To make them try to live beyond their capacity would be like [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] trying to civilize a pack of monkeys. There would be worse chaos than ever, and they would unite against me, and sooner or later destroy me. So I’d just have to accept the creature [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] with all its limitations. And that would be to waste my best powers. I might as well spend [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] my life chicken-farming.”
“You arrogant young cub!” I protested. “I don’t believe we are as bad as you think.”
“Oh, don’t you! Of course not, you’re one of the pack,” he said. “Look here, now! I’ve spent some time and trouble poking about in Europe, and what do [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] I find? In my simplicity I thought the fellows who had come to the top, the best minds, the leaders in every [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] walk, would be something like real human beings, fundamentally sane, rational, efficient, self-detached, loyal to the best [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] in them. Actually they are nothing of the sort. Mostly they’re even below the average. Their position has underminded them. Think of old Z (naming a Cabinet minister). You’d be amazed if you could see him as I have seen him. He simply can’t experience anything clearly and correctly, except things that bear on his petty little self-esteem. Everything has to penetrate to him through a sort of eider-down of preconceived notions, clich?s, diplomatic phrases. He has no more idea of the real
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