Had we, prehaps, misconceived our whole existence? Were we, as it were, living from false premises? Had we after all deceived ourselves? Behind those rapt windows, did we, like so many others, indeed live only a dream? Stapledon (1937)
Had we, prehaps, misconceived our whole existence? Were we, as it were, living from false premises? Had we after all deceived ourselves? Behind those rapt windows, did we, like so many others, indeed live only a dream? Stapledon (1937)