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    Accomplished literature is all very well in its way, no doubt, but much
    more fascinating to the contemplative man are the books that have not
    been written. These latter are no trouble to hold; there are no pages to
    turn over. One can read them in bed on sleepless nights without a
    candle. Turning to another topic, primitive man in the works of the
    descriptive anthropologist is certainly a very entertaining and quaint
    person, but the man of the future, if we only had the facts, would
    appeal to us more strongly. Yet where are the books? As Ruskin has said
    somewhere, _à propos_ of Darwin, it is not what man has been, but what
    he will be, that should interest us.

    The contemplative man in his easy-chair, pondering this saying, suddenly
    beholds in the fire, through the blue haze of his pipe, one of these
    great unwritten volumes. It is large in size, heavy in lettering,
    seemingly by one Professor Holzkopf, presumably Professor at
    Weissnichtwo. "The Necessary Characters of the Man of the Remote Future
    deduced from the Existing Stream of Tendency" is the title. The worthy
    Professor is severely scientific in his method, and deliberate and
    cautious in his deductions, the contemplative man discovers as he
    pursues his theme, and yet the conclusions are, to say the least,
    remarkable. We must figure the excellent Professor expanding the matter
    at great length, voluminously technical, but the contemplative
    man--since he has access to the only copy--is clearly at liberty to make
    such extracts and abstracts as he chooses for the unscientific reader.
    Here, for instance, is something of practicable lucidity that he
    considers admits of quotation. "The theory of evolution," writes the
    Professor, "is now universally accepted by zoologists and botanists, and
    it is applied unreservedly to man. Some question, indeed, whether it
    fits his soul, but all agree it accounts for his body. Man, we are
    assured, is descended from ape-like ancestors, moulded by circumstances
    into men, and these apes again were derived from ancestral forms of a
    lower order, and so up from the primordial protoplasmic jelly. Clearly
    then, man, unless the order of the universe has come to an end, will
    undergo further modification in the future, and at last cease to be man,
    giving rise to some other type of animated being. At once the
    fascinating question arises, What will this being be? Let us consider
    for a little the plastic influences at work upon our species.

    "Just as the bird is the creature of the wing, and is all moulded and
    modified to flying, and just as the fish is the creature that swims, and
    has had to meet the inflexible conditions of a problem in hydrodynamics,
    so man is the creature of the brain; he will live by intelligence, and
    not by physical strength, if he live at all. So that much that is purely
    'animal' about him is being, and must be, beyond all question,
    suppressed in his ultimate development. Evolution is no mechanical
    tendency making for perfection, according to the ideas current in the
    year of grace 1897; it is simply the continual adaptation of plastic
    life, for good or evil, to the circumstances that surround it.... We
    notice this decay of the animal part around us now, in the loss of teeth
    and hair, in the dwindling hands and feet of men, in their smaller jaws,
    and slighter mouths and ears. Man now does by wit and machinery and
    verbal agreement what he once did by bodily toil; for once he had to
    catch his dinner, capture his wife, run away from his enemies, and
    continually exercise himself, for love of himself, to perform these
    duties well. But now all this is changed. Cabs, trains, trams, render
    speed unnecessary, the pursuit of food becomes easier; his wife is no
    longer hunted, but rather, in view of the crowded matrimonial market,
    seeks him out. One needs wits now to live, and physical activity is a
    drug, a snare even; it seeks artificial outlets, and overflows in
    games. Athleticism takes up time and cripples a man in his competitive
    examinations, and in business. So is your fleshly man handicapped
    against his subtler brother. He is unsuccessful in life, does not marry.
    The better adapted survive."

    The coming man, then, will clearly have a larger brain, and a slighter
    body than the present. But the Professor makes one exception to this.
    "The human hand, since it is the teacher and interpreter of the brain,
    will become constantly more powerful and subtle as the rest of the
    musculature dwindles."

    Then in the physiology of these children of men, with their expanding
    brains, their great sensitive hands and diminishing bodies, great
    changes were necessarily worked. "We see now," says the Professor, "in
    the more intellectual sections of humanity an increasing sensitiveness
    to stimulants, a growing inability to grapple with such a matter as
    alcohol, for instance. No longer can men drink a bottleful of port; some
    cannot drink tea; it is too exciting for their highly-wrought nervous
    systems. The process will go on, and the Sir Wilfrid Lawson of some near
    generation may find it his duty and pleasure to make the silvery spray
    of his wisdom tintinnabulate against the tea-tray. These facts lead
    naturally to the comprehension of others. Fresh raw meat was once a dish
    for a king. Now refined persons scarcely touch meat unless it is
    cunningly disguised. Again, consider the case of turnips; the raw root
    is now a thing almost uneatable, but once upon a time a turnip must have
    been a rare and fortunate find, to be torn up with delirious eagerness
    and devoured in ecstasy. The time will come when the change will affect
    all the other fruits of the earth. Even now, only the young of mankind
    eat apples raw--the young always preserving ancestral characteristics
    after their disappearance in the adult. Some day even boys will regard
    apples without emotion. The boy of the future, one must believe, will
    gaze on an apple with the same unspeculative languor with which he now
    regards a flint"--in the absence of a cat.

    "Furthermore, fresh chemical discoveries came into action as modifying
    influences upon men. In the prehistoric period even, man's mouth had
    ceased to be an instrument for grasping food; it is still growing
    continually less prehensile, his front teeth are smaller, his lips
    thinner and less muscular; he has a new organ, a mandible not of
    irreparable tissue, but of bone and steel--a knife and fork. There is no
    reason why things should stop at partial artificial division thus
    afforded; there is every reason, on the contrary, to believe my
    statement that some cunning exterior mechanism will presently masticate
    and insalivate his dinner, relieve his diminishing salivary glands and
    teeth, and at last altogether abolish them."

    Then what is not needed disappears. What use is there for external ears,
    nose, and brow ridges now? The two latter once protected the eye from
    injury in conflict and in falls, but in these days we keep on our legs,
    and at peace. Directing his thoughts in this way, the reader may
    presently conjure up a dim, strange vision of the latter-day face: "Eyes
    large, lustrous, beautiful, soulful; above them, no longer separated by
    rugged brow ridges, is the top of the head, a glistening, hairless dome,
    terete and beautiful; no craggy nose rises to disturb by its unmeaning
    shadows the symmetry of that calm face, no vestigial ears project; the
    mouth is a small, perfectly round aperture, toothless and gumless,
    jawless, unanimal, no futile emotions disturbing its roundness as it
    lies, like the harvest moon or the evening star, in the wide firmament
    of face." Such is the face the Professor beholds in the future.

    Of course parallel modifications will also affect the body and limbs.
    "Every day so many hours and so much energy are required for digestion;
    a gross torpidity, a carnal lethargy, seizes on mortal men after dinner.
    This may and can be avoided. Man's knowledge of organic chemistry widens
    daily. Already he can supplement the gastric glands by artificial
    devices. Every doctor who administers physic implies that the bodily
    functions may be artificially superseded. We have pepsine, pancreatine,
    artificial gastric acid--I know not what like mixtures. Why, then,
    should not the stomach be ultimately superannuated altogether? A man
    who could not only leave his dinner to be cooked, but also leave it to
    be masticated and digested, would have vast social advantages over his
    food-digesting fellow. This is, let me remind you here, the calmest,
    most passionless, and scientific working out of the future forms of
    things from the data of the present. At this stage the following facts
    may perhaps stimulate your imagination. There can be no doubt that many
    of the Arthropods, a division of animals more ancient and even now more
    prevalent than the Vertebrata, have undergone more phylogenetic
    modification"--a beautiful phrase--"than even the most modified of
    vertebrated animals. Simple forms like the lobsters display a primitive
    structure parallel with that of the fishes. However, in such a form as
    the degraded 'Chondracanthus,' the structure has diverged far more
    widely from its original type than in man. Among some of these most
    highly modified crustaceans the whole of the alimentary canal--that is,
    all the food-digesting and food-absorbing parts--form a useless solid
    cord: the animal is nourished--it is a parasite--by absorption of the
    nutritive fluid in which it swims. Is there any absolute impossibility
    in supposing man to be destined for a similar change; to imagine him no
    longer dining, with unwieldy paraphernalia of servants and plates, upon
    food queerly dyed and distorted, but nourishing himself in elegant
    simplicity by immersion in a tub of nutritive fluid?

    "There grows upon the impatient imagination a building, a dome of
    crystal, across the translucent surface of which flushes of the most
    glorious and pure prismatic colours pass and fade and change. In the
    centre of this transparent chameleon-tinted dome is a circular white
    marble basin filled with some clear, mobile, amber liquid, and in this
    plunge and float strange beings. Are they birds?

    "They are the descendants of man--at dinner. Watch them as they hop on
    their hands--a method of progression advocated already by
    Bjornsen--about the pure white marble floor. Great hands they have,
    enormous brains, soft, liquid, soulful eyes. Their whole muscular
    system, their legs, their abdomens, are shrivelled to nothing, a
    dangling, degraded pendant to their minds."

    The further visions of the Professor are less alluring.

    "The animals and plants die away before men, except such as he preserves
    for his food or delight, or such as maintain a precarious footing about
    him as commensals and parasites. These vermin and pests must succumb
    sooner or later to his untiring inventiveness and incessantly growing
    discipline. When he learns (the chemists are doubtless getting towards
    the secret now) to do the work of chlorophyll without the plant, then
    his necessity for other animals and plants upon the earth will
    disappear. Sooner or later, where there is no power of resistance and no
    necessity, there comes extinction. In the last days man will be alone on
    the earth, and his food will be won by the chemist from the dead rocks
    and the sunlight.

    "And--one may learn the full reason in that explicit and painfully right
    book, the _Data of Ethics_--the irrational fellowship of man will give
    place to an intellectual co-operation, and emotion fall within the
    scheme of reason. Undoubtedly it is a long time yet, but a long time is
    nothing in the face of eternity, and every man who dares think of these
    things must look eternity in the face."

    Then the earth is ever radiating away heat into space, the Professor
    reminds us. And so at last comes a vision of earthly cherubim, hopping
    heads, great unemotional intelligences, and little hearts, fighting
    together perforce and fiercely against the cold that grips them tighter
    and tighter. For the world is cooling--slowly and inevitably it grows
    colder as the years roll by. "We must imagine these creatures," says the
    Professor, "in galleries and laboratories deep down in the bowels of the
    earth. The whole world will be snow-covered and piled with ice; all
    animals, all vegetation vanished, except this last branch of the tree of
    life. The last men have gone even deeper, following the diminishing heat
    of the planet, and vast metallic shafts and ventilators make way for the
    air they need."

    So with a glimpse of these human tadpoles, in their deep close gallery,
    with their boring machinery ringing away, and artificial lights glaring
    and casting black shadows, the Professor's horoscope concludes. Humanity
    in dismal retreat before the cold, changed beyond recognition. Yet the
    Professor is reasonable enough, his facts are current science, his
    methods orderly. The contemplative man shivers at the prospect, starts
    up to poke the fire, and the whole of this remarkable book that is not
    written vanishes straightway in the smoke of his pipe. This is the great
    advantage of this unwritten literature: there is no bother in changing
    the books. The contemplative man consoles himself for the destiny of the
    species with the lost portion of Kubla Khan.
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