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3 stars
I always thought I liked Lord Dunsany, but I think I actually just like The Gods of Pegāna.
400 pages
English language
Published Nov. 8, 2004 by Penguin Books.
I always thought I liked Lord Dunsany, but I think I actually just like The Gods of Pegāna.
1) "There be islands in the Central Sea, whose waters are bounded by no shore and where no ships come—this is the faith of their people."
2) "And Mung went onward with his work to sunder Life from flesh, and Mung came upon a man who became stricken with sorrow when he saw the shadow of Mung. But Mung said: 'When at the sign of Mung thy Life shall float away there will also disappear thy sorrow at forsaking it.' But the man cried out: 'O Mung! tarry for a while, and make not the sign of Mung against me now, for I have a family upon the Earth with whom sorrow will remain, though mine should disappear because of the sign of Mung.'
And Mung said: 'With the gods it is always Now. And before Sish hath banished many of the years the sorrows of thy family for …
1) "There be islands in the Central Sea, whose waters are bounded by no shore and where no ships come—this is the faith of their people."
2) "And Mung went onward with his work to sunder Life from flesh, and Mung came upon a man who became stricken with sorrow when he saw the shadow of Mung. But Mung said: 'When at the sign of Mung thy Life shall float away there will also disappear thy sorrow at forsaking it.' But the man cried out: 'O Mung! tarry for a while, and make not the sign of Mung against me now, for I have a family upon the Earth with whom sorrow will remain, though mine should disappear because of the sign of Mung.'
And Mung said: 'With the gods it is always Now. And before Sish hath banished many of the years the sorrows of thy family for thee shall go the way of thine.' And the man beheld Mung making the sign of Mung before his eyes, which beheld things no more."
3) "Whether the dreams and the fancies of Yoharneth-Lahai be false and the Things that are done in the Day be real, or the Things that are done in the Day be false and the dreams and the fancies of Yoharneth-Lahai be true, none knoweth saving only MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, who hath not spoken."
4) "It was a windy winter, and outside the cedars were muttering I know not what about; but I think that they were Tories of a school long dead, and were troubled about something new."
5) "Yet had I forgotten the way to those little cottages on the edge of the fields we know whose upper windows, though dim with antique cobwebs, look out on the fields we know not and are the starting-point of all adventure in all the Lands of Dream."
6) "'Well, this is what happened. I'd thought of it ever since I realised that aeroplanes could do it. But about 1920, with Mars coming nearer and nearer, and 1924 the only year that would be possible, I began my calculations. I worked at them steadily for three years; I have the figures still: I will not ask you to read them, but the whole point of my work was this, that there was only one motive power that could possibly get me to Mars before all my provisions gave out, and that power was the pace of the world. An aeroplane can do over two hundred miles an hour, and mine got up to nearly three hundred by means of the propeller alone; and in addition to that I had a rocket attachment that gradually increased my pace to an enormous extent; but the world, which is ninety-three million miles from the Sun, goes right round it in a year; and nothing we know on its surface has any pace like that. My petrol and my rocket were merely to pull clear of the earth's attraction, but my journey was made by the force that is moving you in that chair at this very moment at something like a thousand miles a minute. One doesn't lose that pace merely by leaving the earth; it remains with one.'"
7) "'Your aim was all right,' said Jorkens.
'Good enough,' said Terner. 'Of course the pull of the Earth helped me. I suddenly saw it shining in the day, and I didn't seem much out. Oh, what a feeling it is to be coming home. Earth pale at first, then slowly turning to silver; and growing larger and larger. Then it takes a faint touch of gold, an enormous pale-gold crescent in the sky; to the mere eye a sight of the utmost beauty, but saying something more to the whole being, which the understanding fails to grip. Perhaps one does take it all in after all, but if one does one can never pass it on, never tell a soul of all that golden beauty. Words cannot do it. Music might, but I can't play.'"