This sloughing off of the material integument seems to me purely a matter of the mechanical routine of evolution, a natural process in further and inevitable development, not a finality to individualism!...

Fertilisation, gestation, the hatching, growth, the episodic deliverance from encasing matter which is called death, seem to me only the first few basic steps in the sequences of an endless metamorphosis....

My father thought so.

His was a very fine mind--_is_ a finer mind still....

Will you understand me if I say that we often communicate with each other--my father and I ?" "Communicate ?" repeated Hamil.
"Often." Hamil said slowly: "I don't think I understand." Malcourt looked at him, the ever-latent mockery flickering in his eyes; then, by degrees, his head bent forward in the old half-cunning, half-wistful attitude as though listening.