I turned my head, and as I lay gasping in the throes of that awful struggle I could see that Leo was off the rock now, for the lamplight fell full upon him.

Then up a steep and dark and narrow stair We wound, until the torches’ fiery tongue Amid the gushing day beamless and pallid hung.

It looks like wood, but it feels more like plastic.

It is clear that to live 300 years is desirable (the figure is round for the sake of convenience and because longer life would bore), but it is clear also that much hard and sustained thinking will be required from a number of people before a party of tricentenarians sufficiently numerous to be considerable politically can be giving its matured and considered vote to further the ends of the Life Force.