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’Connie says people like wisps of smoke, and Olive says
immunized women, and babies in bottles, and Dukes says
the phallus is the bridge to what comes next. I wonder what
it will really be?’ said Clifford.
’Oh, don’t bother! let’s get on with today,’ said Olive.
‘Only hurry up with the breeding bottle, and let us poor
women off.’
’There might even be real men, in the next phase,’ said
Tommy. ‘Real, intelligent, wholesome men, and whole-
some nice women! Wouldn’t that be a change, an enormous
change from us? WE’RE not men, and the women aren’t
women. We’re only cerebrating make-shifts, mechanical
and intellectual experiments. There may even come a civi-
lization of genuine men and women, instead of our little lot
of clever-jacks, all at the intelligence-age of seven. It would
be even more amazing than men of smoke or babies in bot-
tles.’
’Oh, when people begin to talk about real women, I give
up,’ said Olive.
’Certainly nothing but the spirit in us is worth having,’
said Winterslow.
’Spirits!’ said Jack, drinking his whisky and soda.
’Think so? Give me the resurrection of the body!’ said
Dukes.
’But it’ll come, in time, when we’ve shoved the cerebral
stone away a bit, the money and the rest. Then we’ll get a de-
mocracy of touch, instead of a democracy of pocket.’
Something echoed inside Connie: ‘Give me the democ-
racy of touch, the resurrection of the body!’ She didn’t at all

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