I took a handful and threw it into the grey silence of
ocean air, and it returned at once as a swift and potent flame, a red fire
crested with brown sunrise, rushing from between the lips of sky and sea to
the sound as of innumerable trumpets."
"In another dream he visited a land where there was no more war, where all
men and women were equal; where humans, birds and beasts were no longer at
enmity, or preyed on one another. And he was told that the young men of the
land had to serve two years as missionaries to those who lived at the
uttermost boundaries. 'To what end?' he asked. 'To cast out fear, our last
enemy.' In the house of his host he was struck by the beauty of a framed
painting that seemed to vibrate with rich colors. 'Who painted that?' he
asked. His host smiled, 'We have long since ceased to use brushes and
paints. That is a thought projected from the artist's brain, and its
duration will be proportionate with its truth.'"
In explanation of why he chose to put out so much of the creative work of
his brain under the signature of a woman, and how he happened to use the
name _Fiona Macleod_, Sharp explained that when he began to realize how
strong was the feminine element in the book _Pharais_, he decided to issue
the book under a woman's name and _Fiona Macleod_ "flashed ready-made" into
his mind.
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