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That
was
merely
a
rhetorical
turn
,
but
positively
,
he
did
n't
.
At
first
I
could
not
believe
it
.
He
had
not
had
the
beginning
of
the
inkling
of
an
idea
.
This
astonishing
little
man
had
been
working
on
purely
theoretical
grounds
the
whole
time
!
When
he
said
it
was
"
the
most
important
"
research
the
world
had
ever
seen
,
he
simply
meant
it
squared
up
so
many
theories
,
settled
so
much
that
was
in
doubt
;
he
had
troubled
no
more
about
the
application
of
the
stuff
he
was
going
to
turn
out
than
if
he
had
been
a
machine
that
makes
guns
.
This
was
a
possible
substance
,
and
he
was
going
to
make
it
!
V'la
tout
,
as
the
Frenchman
says
.
Beyond
that
,
he
was
childish
!
If
he
made
it
,
it
would
go
down
to
posterity
as
Cavorite
or
Cavorine
,
and
he
would
be
made
an
F.R.S.
,
and
his
portrait
given
away
as
a
scientific
worthy
with
Nature
,
and
things
like
that
.
And
that
was
all
he
saw
!
He
would
have
dropped
this
bombshell
into
the
world
as
though
he
had
discovered
a
new
species
of
gnat
,
if
it
had
not
happened
that
I
had
come
along
.
And
there
it
would
have
lain
and
fizzled
,
like
one
or
two
other
little
things
these
scientific
people
have
lit
and
dropped
about
us
.
When
I
realised
this
,
it
was
I
did
the
talking
,
and
Cavor
who
said
,
"
Go
on
!
"
I
jumped
up
.
I
paced
the
room
,
gesticulating
like
a
boy
of
twenty
.
I
tried
to
make
him
understand
his
duties
and
responsibilities
in
the
matter
--
our
duties
and
responsibilities
in
the
matter
.
I
assured
him
we
might
make
wealth
enough
to
work
any
sort
of
social
revolution
we
fancied
,
we
might
own
and
order
the
whole
world
.
I
told
him
of
companies
and
patents
,
and
the
case
for
secret
processes
.
All
these
things
seemed
to
take
him
much
as
his
mathematics
had
taken
me
.
A
look
of
perplexity
came
into
his
ruddy
little
face
.
He
stammered
something
about
indifference
to
wealth
,
but
I
brushed
all
that
aside
.
He
had
got
to
be
rich
,
and
it
was
no
good
his
stammering
.
I
gave
him
to
understand
the
sort
of
man
I
was
,
and
that
I
had
had
very
considerable
business
experience
.
I
did
not
tell
him
I
was
an
undischarged
bankrupt
at
the
time
,
because
that
was
temporary
,
but
I
think
I
reconciled
my
evident
poverty
with
my
financial
claims
.
And
quite
insensibly
,
in
the
way
such
projects
grow
,
the
understanding
of
a
Cavorite
monopoly
grew
up
between
us
.
He
was
to
make
the
stuff
,
and
I
was
to
make
the
boom
.
I
stuck
like
a
leech
to
the
"
we
"
--
"
you
"
and
"
I
"
did
n't
exist
for
me
.
His
idea
was
that
the
profits
I
spoke
of
might
go
to
endow
research
,
but
that
,
of
course
,
was
a
matter
we
had
to
settle
later
.
"
That
's
all
right
,
"
I
shouted
,
"
that
's
all
right
.
"
The
great
point
,
as
I
insisted
,
was
to
get
the
thing
done
.
"
Here
is
a
substance
,
"
I
cried
,
"
no
home
,
no
factory
,
no
fortress
,
no
ship
can
dare
to
be
without
--
more
universally
applicable
even
than
a
patent
medicine
.
There
is
n't
a
solitary
aspect
of
it
,
not
one
of
its
ten
thousand
possible
uses
that
will
not
make
us
rich
,
Cavor
,
beyond
the
dreams
of
avarice
!
"
"
No
!
"
he
said
.
"
I
begin
to
see
.
It
's
extraordinary
how
one
gets
new
points
of
view
by
talking
over
things
!
"
"
And
as
it
happens
you
have
just
talked
to
the
right
man
!
"
