“I do not know,” was the answer. “Another race of beings, is all that I can tell you.”
“And are they human beings?”
“They have passed entirely beyond anything which those words can mean to me.”
“And you know them?”
“Yes.”
“And personally?”
“More than personally.”
“How do you mean?”
“I know them directly. I live in their lives. I know them as I know the symphony I hear—as one drop of water knows the sea.”
I was dazed; I could hardly think. “And their name?” I asked.