Author Topic: Childhoods End (Read 888 times)

Vladimir · « **on:** November 28, 2011, 03:03:54 PM »

Does anyone have any opinions on the book Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke?

Elizabeth · « **Reply #1 on:** November 28, 2011, 11:33:03 PM »

I vaguely remember reading it and if it's what I think, it is deeply occultic and theosophical in nature. It is old enough to have been on the list of banned books, but I don't know where to find it.

Telesphorus · « **Reply #2 on:** November 28, 2011, 11:42:10 PM »

Quote from: Vladimir

Does anyone have any opinions on the book Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke?

Wow, judging by this, it can't be good:

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Humankind enters a golden age of prosperity, but at the expense of creativity. As promised, five decades later, the Overlords appear for the first time; they resemble the traditional human folk image of demons — large bipeds with leathery wings, horns and tails.

Vladimir · « **Reply #3 on:** November 29, 2011, 12:35:29 AM »

Isn't on the banned list? It was published in 1953.

I was wondering if someone had read it and had any analysis to offer on its occult elements.

sedetrad · « **Reply #4 on:** November 29, 2011, 11:51:13 AM »

Its a short book. I remember reading it in highschool and finding it creepy. You could read it quickly.

pax · « **Reply #5 on:** November 30, 2011, 04:06:24 PM »

I like the Pink Floyd song better.

You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.
Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?
You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just two ears, just two eyes.
You set sail across the sea of longpast thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end,
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities.
And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist.
All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice.
Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why?
Some are born;
Some men die beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things, time will mend.
So this song will end.