I heard the Dimensionists described: a race clear-sighted, eminently practical, incredible; with no ideals, prejudices, or remorse; with no feeling for art and no reverence for life; free from any ethical tradition; callous to pain, weakness, suffering and death, as if they had been invulnerable and immortal.

She did not say that they were immortal, however.

"You would--you will--hate us," she concluded.

And I seemed only then to come to myself.

The power of her imagination was so great that I fancied myself face to face with the truth.