Narration: Late that night, surrounded by volumes tossed impatiently to the floor, he delivered the following soliloquy:
Trurl says: Now, the cradle of life was the sea, which duly threw up slime upon the shore;
Trurl says: then there was a blob of mud, macromolecular and highly irregular, and the sunshine thickened it, and the lightning quickened it, and soon the whole thing had soared to form a sort of cheese, biopolymeric and quite esoteric,
Trurl says: To hear its prey approach, it grew ears, then legs and teeth to pursue and consume—else it would serve as prey itself.
Trurl says: Intelligence, then, is the child of evolution.
