Severian's skin color

Sarah Dorrance-Minch · 16 Jun 2005, 20:51 · from 2005-June.txt.gz

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From: isobelwren at yahoo.com (Sarah Dorrance-Minch)
Date: Thu Jun 16 20:51:46 2005
Subject: (urth) Severian's skin color
In-Reply-To: <1f7617370506162013140667ef at mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20050617035143.94118.qmail at web31904.mail.mud.yahoo.com>



--- Dan'l Danehy-Oakes <danldo at gmail.com> wrote:

> Somewhere in there Wolfe (or Severian) makes a
> comment to
> the effect that each of the continents has a
> characteristic 
> physical "type," and that peoples who live on a
> continent long
> enough will tend towards that "type." (Something
> like a hundred
> generations?) Since the Commonwealth (a) is on -
> roughly - 
> the South American continent, and (b) has been there
> a long 
> time, we can reasonably conclude that its citizens
> resemble 
> contemporary native South Americans.

Indigenous, or descendants of European colonists? I
used to be an ESL tutor; most of the businessmen I
tutored were pretty pale, especially the Brazilians,
some of whom (from southern Brazil) had German
surnames and seemed to be an average of six feet four.

It's a big continent. There are currently as many
"types" as in North America. As a side note, I wonder
what the typical North American will look like
millions of years from now...





Midori/Sarah

Ah, love couldst thou and I conspire/ To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire/ Would we not break it all to bits, and then/ Remold it nearer to the heart's desire - Omar Khayyam

Reach me a gentian, give me a torch
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness.
 - D.H. Lawrence, "Bavarian Gentians"

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