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They were six beautiful children but the youngest was the prettiest of them all. Her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea. But like all the others she had no feet and her body ended in a fish’s tail.
And racism will be dead, for variety will then be the great fact of Humanity, and not uniformity. Mother Earth will finally have given birth not to merely a Terrestrian, but to a Galactic Empire
'Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it—' 'I never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice. 'You did,' said the Mock Turtle. 'Hold your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak again.