THE LOST CONTINENT www.bonatus.com
3 of 27
1. As a basis, a mass of useless disconnected facts.
2. A superstructure of lies.
Part 1 was compulsory; the people then took Part 2 without protest.[3] The same danger to soci-
ety in our own time has been forseen, and an identical remedy discovered and applied in compulsory edu-
cation and cheap newspapers.
The language of the plains was simple but profuse. They had few nouns and fewer verbs. "To
work again" (there was no word for "to work" simply), "to eat again," "to break the law" (no
word for "to break the law again"), "to come from without," "to find light" ("i.e. "to go to the
phosphorus factory) were almost the only verbs used by adults. The young men and women
had a verb-language yet simpler, and of degraded coarseness. All had, however, an extraordi-
nary wealth of adjectives, most of them meaningless, as attached to no noun ideas, and a great
quantity of abstract nouns such as "Liberty," "Progress," without which no refined inhabitant
could consider a sentence complete. He would introduce them into a discussion on the most
material subjects. "The immoral snub-nose," "the unprogressive teeth," "lascivious music,"
"reactionary eyebrows" - such were phrases familiar to all."To eat again, to sleep again, to
work again, to find the light - that is Liberty, that is Progress" was a proverb common in every
mouth.
The religion of the people was Protestant Christianity in all essentials, but with an even closer
dependence upon God. They asserted its formulae, without attaching any meaning to the
words, in a manner both reverent and passionate. Sexual life was entirely forbidden to the
workers, a single breach implying relegation to the phosphorus works.
In every field was, however, an enormous tablet of rock,carved on one side with a representa-
tion of the three stages of life: the fields, the labour mill, the factory; and on the other side with
these words: "To enter Atlas, fly." Beneath this an elaborate series of graphic pictures showed
how to acquire the art of flying. During all the generations of Atlas, not one man had been
known to take advantage of these instructions.
The principal fear of the populace was a variation of any kind from routine. For any such the
people had one word only, though this word changed its annotation in different centuries.
"Witchcraft," "Heresy," "Madness," "Bad Form," "Sex-Perversion," "Black Magic" were its
principal shapes in the last four thousand years of the dominion of Atlas.
Sneezing, idleness, smiling, were regarded as premonitory. Any cessation from speech, even
for a moment to take breath, was considered highly dangerous. The wish to be alone was worse
than all; the delinquent would be seized by his fellows, and either killed outright or thrust into
the compound of the phosphorus factory, from which there was no egress.
The habits of the people were incredibly disgusting. Their principal relaxations were art, music
and the drama, in which they could show achievement hardly inferior to that of Henry Arthur
Jones, Pinero, Lehar, George Dance, Luke Fildes, and Thomas Sidney Cooper.
Of medicine they were happily ignorant. The outdoor life in that equable climate bred strong
youths and maidens, and the first symptoms of illness in a worker was held to impair his effi-
ciency and qualify him for the phosphorous factory. Wages were permanently high, and as
there were no merchants even of alcohol, whose use was forbidden, every man saved all his
earnings, and died rich. At his death his savings went back to the community. Taxation was
consequently unnecessary. Clothes were unnecessary and unknown, and the "bread from
heaven" was the "free gift of God." The dead were thrown to the amphibians.