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Last Men in London

Name: Last Men in London
Author: Olaf Stapledon

Olaf Stapledon

Last Men in London is a science fiction novel by British writer Olaf Stapledon.

“I have touched filth.

Only with the finger tip I touched it,

inquisitive of the taste of it.

But it creeps.

It has spread over my body a slime,

and into my soul a stupor (…)”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Last Men in London (1932)

“Chapter IV: Paul comes of age”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

fragments of poems supposedly writen by Paul
Last Men in London (1932)

“I had now to select that mode of the primitive which is distinctive of your own species, a mode characterized by repressed sexuality, excessive self-regard, and an intelligence which is both rudimentary and in bondage to unruly cravings.”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Last Men in London (1932)

“In you, humanity is precarious; and so, in dread and in shame, you kill the animal in you. And its slaughter poisons you.”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Source: Last Men in London (1932), Chapter I: The World of the Last Men.

“If ever they are put to the test, they shy away, affirming that nationalism is 'practical', cosmopolitanism but a remote ideal. Though they see it intellectually, their hearts are not capable of responding to it. If ever the nation is in danger, their cosmopolitanism evaporates, and they stand for the nation in the good old style. Yet intellectually they know that in their modem world this way leads to disaster.”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Source: Last Men in London (1932), Chapter V: Origins of the European war

“The great world to which I am native has long ago outgrown the myths, the toys, the bogies of your infant world. There, one lives without the fear of death and pain, though there one dies and suffers. There, one knows no lust to triumph over other men, no fear of being enslaved. There one loves without craving to possess, worships without thought of salvation, contemplates without pride of spirit. There one is free as none in your world is free, yet obedient as none of you is obedient.”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Source: Last Men in London (1932), Chapter IX: On Earth and On Neptune.

“Grotesque sentiments such as the lust of business success or economic power of any kind, and indeed every purely self-regarding passion, from that of the social climber to that of the salvation-seeking ascetic, are experienced by the explorer with something of that shame which the child, emerging into adolescence, may feel toward the still-clinging fascination of his outgrown toys, or with such disgust as the youth may feel when he wakes from some unworthy sexual infatuation”

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Source: Last Men in London (1932), Chapter II: Exploring the Past.

“In time, of course, Paul's day world ceased to be flat, and became a huge ball. At this stage the universe was more like a dumpling than a sandwich. Vaguely Paul still conceived the three levels of existence. The nether night was deep down within the ball of the day world. The starry night was all around it. On the ball were all the countries except Fairyland, which was nowhere.”

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Source: Last Men in London (1932), Chapter III: The Child Paul

“[T]he thought is somewhat repugnant to us that we should slowly sink into barbarism, into the sub-human, into blind and whimpering agony, that the last of Man should be a whine. This may well happen, but even by such a prospect we are not seriously dismayed. If it does occur, it will doubtless seem intolerable to our degraded spirits. But today, we are fully possessed of ourselves. (…) [T]o the spirit that has drunk deeply of the grave beauty of the cosmos, even the ultimate horror is acceptable.”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Last Men in London (1932)

“Without Satan, with God only, how poor a universe, how trite a music!”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Source: Last Men in London (1932), Chapter VII: After the War.

“Behold the sons of men.
who sin.
whose hearts are divine!
In selfishness they heap misery on one another;
yet for love they die. (…)
Scatter gold among them, and they are beasts;

show them God, and they are sons of God”

Olaf Stapledon book Last Men in London

Last Men in London (1932)

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