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Some
I
could
hold
on
the
palm
of
my
hand
.
There
is
even
a
sort
of
turnspit
Selenite
,
very
common
,
whose
duty
and
only
delight
it
is
to
apply
the
motive
power
for
various
small
appliances
.
And
to
rule
over
these
things
and
order
any
erring
tendency
there
might
be
in
some
aberrant
natures
are
the
most
muscular
beings
I
have
seen
in
the
moon
,
a
sort
of
lunar
police
,
who
must
have
been
trained
from
their
earliest
years
to
give
a
perfect
respect
and
obedience
to
the
swollen
heads
.
"
The
making
of
these
various
sorts
of
operative
must
be
a
very
curious
and
interesting
process
.
I
am
very
much
in
the
dark
about
it
,
but
quite
recently
I
came
upon
a
number
of
young
Selenites
confined
in
jars
from
which
only
the
fore-limbs
protruded
,
who
were
being
compressed
to
become
machine-minders
of
a
special
sort
.
The
extended
'
hand
'
in
this
highly
developed
system
of
technical
education
is
stimulated
by
irritants
and
nourished
by
injection
,
while
the
rest
of
the
body
is
starved
.
Phi-oo
,
unless
I
misunderstood
him
,
explained
that
in
the
earlier
stages
these
queer
little
creatures
are
apt
to
display
signs
of
suffering
in
their
various
cramped
situations
,
but
they
easily
become
indurated
to
their
lot
;
and
he
took
me
on
to
where
a
number
of
flexible-minded
messengers
were
being
drawn
out
and
broken
in
.
It
is
quite
unreasonable
,
I
know
,
but
such
glimpses
of
the
educational
methods
of
these
beings
affect
me
disagreeably
.
I
hope
,
however
,
that
may
pass
off
,
and
I
may
be
able
to
see
more
of
this
aspect
of
their
wonderful
social
order
.
That
wretched-looking
hand-tentacle
sticking
out
of
its
jar
seemed
to
have
a
sort
of
limp
appeal
for
lost
possibilities
;
it
haunts
me
still
,
although
,
of
course
it
is
really
in
the
end
a
far
more
humane
proceeding
than
our
earthly
method
of
leaving
children
to
grow
into
human
beings
,
and
then
making
machines
of
them
.
"
Quite
recently
,
too
--
I
think
it
was
on
the
eleventh
or
twelfth
visit
I
made
to
this
apparatus
--
I
had
a
curious
light
upon
the
lives
of
these
operatives
.
I
was
being
guided
through
a
short
cut
hither
,
instead
of
going
down
the
spiral
,
and
by
the
quays
to
the
Central
Sea
.
From
the
devious
windings
of
a
long
,
dark
gallery
,
we
emerged
into
a
vast
,
low
cavern
,
pervaded
by
an
earthy
smell
,
and
as
things
go
in
this
darkness
,
rather
brightly
lit
.
The
light
came
from
a
tumultuous
growth
of
livid
fungoid
shapes
--
some
indeed
singularly
like
our
terrestrial
mushrooms
,
but
standing
as
high
or
higher
than
a
man
.
"'
Mooneys
eat
these
?
'
said
I
to
Phi-oo
.
"'
Yes
,
food
.
'
"'
Goodness
me
!
'
I
cried
;
'
what
's
that
?
'
"
My
eye
had
just
caught
the
figure
of
an
exceptionally
big
and
ungainly
Selenite
lying
motionless
among
the
stems
,
face
downward
.
We
stopped
.
"'
Dead
?
'
I
asked
.
(
For
as
yet
I
have
seen
no
dead
in
the
moon
,
and
I
have
grown
curious
.
)
"'
No
!
'
exclaimed
Phi-oo
.
'
Him
--
worker
--
no
work
to
do
.
Get
little
drink
then
--
make
sleep
--
till
we
him
want
.
What
good
him
wake
,
eh
?
No
want
him
walking
about
.
'
