Publisher's Synopsis
We white people think that we know everything. For instance, we think that we understand human nature. And so we do, as human nature appears to us, with all its trappings and accessories seen dimly through the glass of our conventions, leaving out those aspects of it which we have forgotten or do not think it polite to mention. But I, Allan Quatermain, reflecting upon these matters in my ignorant and uneducated fashion, have always held that no one really understands human nature who has not studied it in the rough. Well, that is the aspect of it with which I have been best acquainted. For most of the years of my life I have handled the raw material, the virgin ore, not the finished ornament that is smelted out of it-if, indeed, it is finished yet, which I greatly doubt. I dare say that a time may come when the perfected generations-if Civilisation, as we understand it, really has a future and any such should be allowed to enjoy their hour on the World-will look back to us as crude, half-developed creatures whose only merit was that we handed on the flame of life.
