Nay, more: for there wanted not who walked in the glare and glow, Presences plain in the place; or, fresh from the protoplast, Furnished for ages to come, when a kindlier wind should blow, Lured now to begin and live in a house to their liking at last; Or else the wonderful Dead who have passed through the body and gone, But were back once more to breathe in an old world worth their new: What never had been, was now; what was, as it shall be anon; And what is-shall I say, matched both?
"Browning and the Dramatic Monologue"
S. S. Curry
As a matter of fact, Planning Center preferred people in my condition; protoplast limbs were more durable than the real-no, let us say the original-thing.
"Man Made"
Albert R. Teichner
He furrowed his protoplast brow that looked as youthful as it had a century ago.
"Man Made"
Albert R. Teichner