“How is it possible! How is it possible to produce such a thing!” he repeated, increasing the pressure on my skull, until it grew painful, but I didn’t dare object. “These knobs, holes...cauliflowers—” with an iron finger he poked my nose and ears—“and this is supposed to be an intelligent creature? For shame! For shame, I say!! What use is a Nature that after four billion years comes up with THIS?!”
Here he gave my head a shove, so that it wobbled and I saw stars.
“Give me one, just one billion years, and you’ll see what I create!”
Stanislaw Lem, “The Sanatorium of Dr. Vliperdius” (trans. Michael Kandel)
Stanislaw Lem, “The Sanatorium of Dr. Vliperdius” (trans. Michael Kandel)