“So abundant. Impossible to retail it. Convincing. Of various sorts. Plato has much about it. Unfinished fragment. Many books have been written. Many inscriptions in Egypt.”
“What sort of people were they?” asked the untidy girl.
“Very wonderful people, young lady,” said Mr. Preemby. “H’rrmp. Very wonderful people.”
“Philosophy, no end I suppose?” asked the young man from the next studio with his mouth full.
“What we know—a mere remnant,” said Mr. Preemby. “Mere remnant.”
“How did they dress?”
“H’rrmp. Robes. White robes—extremely dignified. Blue—azure—when justice was administered. Plato tells us that much.”
“Could they fly?”
“They understood it. It was not made a practice of.”
“Motor cars? All that sort of thing?”