“Did God create man, merely in the end to become dead earth in the midst of healthful vegetating nature? Was he of no more account to his Maker, than a field of corn blighted in the ear? Were our proud dreams thus to fade? Our name was written ‘a little lower than the angels;’ & behold, we were not better than ephemera. We had called ourselves the ‘paragon of animals’, &, lo! we were a ‘quintessence of dust."
Mary Shelley
The Last Man
Mary Shelley
The Last Man
