Star-Begotten by H.G. Wells

'You do give us,' said the doctor, with the air of opening a new chapter, 'some idea of these starry ladies and gentlemen, fine-living and full-living, who may inherit our earth. We don't see them directly, I admit, but when you talk, Keppel, it is as if we saw and heard the grace and colour of their brightly lit movements, dimly reflected on a distant wall. But they go about their business out of sight of us. Their business? Business today is mainly getting the better of each other and getting things away from each other. All that apparently is to end. No Wall Street, no Exchange, no City, no Turf, no Casino. What will their business be, Keppel? What will occupy them? What will they be doing? Can you say anything of that?'

'You make me feel like the sculptor's dog trying to explain his master's life to the musician's cat.'