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"'
There
's
another
!
'
cried
I.
"
And
indeed
all
that
huge
extent
of
mushroom
ground
was
,
I
found
,
peppered
with
these
prostrate
figures
sleeping
under
an
opiate
until
the
moon
had
need
of
them
.
There
were
scores
of
them
of
all
sorts
,
and
we
were
able
to
turn
over
some
of
them
,
and
examine
them
more
precisely
than
I
had
been
able
to
do
previously
.
They
breathed
noisily
at
my
doing
so
,
but
did
not
wake
.
One
,
I
remember
very
distinctly
:
he
left
a
strong
impression
,
I
think
,
because
some
trick
of
the
light
and
of
his
attitude
was
strongly
suggestive
of
a
drawn-up
human
figure
.
His
fore-limbs
were
long
,
delicate
tentacles
--
he
was
some
kind
of
refined
manipulator
--
and
the
pose
of
his
slumber
suggested
a
submissive
suffering
.
No
doubt
it
was
a
mistake
for
me
to
interpret
his
expression
in
that
way
,
but
I
did
.
And
as
Phi-oo
rolled
him
over
into
the
darkness
among
the
livid
fleshiness
again
I
felt
a
distinctly
unpleasant
sensation
,
although
as
he
rolled
the
insect
in
him
was
confessed
.
"
It
simply
illustrates
the
unthinking
way
in
which
one
acquires
habits
of
feeling
.
To
drug
the
worker
one
does
not
want
and
toss
him
aside
is
surely
far
better
than
to
expel
him
from
his
factory
to
wander
starving
in
the
streets
.
In
every
complicated
social
community
there
is
necessarily
a
certain
intermittency
of
employment
for
all
specialised
labour
,
and
in
this
way
the
trouble
of
an
'
unemployed
'
problem
is
altogether
anticipated
.
And
yet
,
so
unreasonable
are
even
scientifically
trained
minds
,
I
still
do
not
like
the
memory
of
those
prostrate
forms
amidst
those
quiet
,
luminous
arcades
of
fleshy
growth
,
and
I
avoid
that
short
cut
in
spite
of
the
inconveniences
of
the
longer
,
more
noisy
,
and
more
crowded
alternative
.
"
My
alternative
route
takes
me
round
by
a
huge
,
shadowy
cavern
,
very
crowded
and
clamorous
,
and
here
it
is
I
see
peering
out
of
the
hexagonal
openings
of
a
sort
of
honeycomb
wall
,
or
parading
a
large
open
space
behind
,
or
selecting
the
toys
and
amulets
made
to
please
them
by
the
dainty-tentacled
jewellers
who
work
in
kennels
below
,
the
mothers
of
the
moon
world
--
the
queen
bees
,
as
it
were
,
of
the
hive
.
They
are
noble-looking
beings
,
fantastically
and
sometimes
quite
beautifully
adorned
,
with
a
proud
carriage
,
and
,
save
for
their
mouths
,
almost
microscopic
heads
.
"
Of
the
condition
of
the
moon
sexes
,
marrying
and
giving
in
marriage
,
and
of
birth
and
so
forth
among
the
Selenites
,
I
have
as
yet
been
able
to
learn
very
little
.
With
the
steady
progress
of
Phi-oo
in
English
,
however
,
my
ignorance
will
no
doubt
as
steadily
disappear
.
I
am
of
opinion
that
,
as
with
the
ants
and
bees
,
there
is
a
large
majority
of
the
members
in
this
community
of
the
neuter
sex
.
Of
course
on
earth
in
our
cities
there
are
now
many
who
never
live
that
life
of
parentage
which
is
the
natural
life
of
man
Here
,
as
with
the
ants
,
this
thing
has
become
a
normal
condition
of
the
race
,
and
the
whole
of
such
replacement
as
is
necessary
falls
upon
this
special
and
by
no
means
numerous
class
of
matrons
,
the
mothers
of
the
moon-world
,
large
and
stately
beings
beautifully
fitted
to
bear
the
larval
Selenite
.
Unless
I
misunderstand
an
explanation
of
Phi-oo
's
,
they
are
absolutely
incapable
of
cherishing
the
young
they
bring
into
the
moon
;
periods
of
foolish
indulgence
alternate
with
moods
of
aggressive
violence
,
and
as
soon
as
possible
the
little
creatures
,
who
are
quite
soft
and
flabby
and
pale
coloured
,
are
transferred
to
the
charge
of
celibate
females
,
women
'
workers
'
as
it
were
,
who
in
some
cases
possess
brains
of
almost
masculine
dimensions
.
"
Just
at
this
point
,
unhappily
,
this
message
broke
off
.
Fragmentary
and
tantalising
as
the
matter
constituting
this
chapter
is
,
it
does
nevertheless
give
a
vague
,
broad
impression
of
an
altogether
strange
and
wonderful
world
--
a
world
with
which
our
own
may
have
to
reckon
we
know
not
how
speedily
.
This
intermittent
trickle
of
messages
,
this
whispering
of
a
record
needle
in
the
stillness
of
the
mountain
slopes
,
is
the
first
warning
of
such
a
change
in
human
conditions
as
mankind
has
scarcely
imagined
heretofore
.
In
that
satellite
of
ours
there
are
new
elements
,
new
appliances
,
traditions
,
an
overwhelming
avalanche
of
new
ideas
,
a
strange
race
with
whom
we
must
inevitably
struggle
for
mastery
--
gold
as
common
as
iron
or
wood
...
The
penultimate
message
describes
,
with
occasionally
elaborate
detail
,
the
encounter
between
Cavor
and
the
Grand
Lunar
,
who
is
the
ruler
or
master
of
the
moon
.
Cavor
seems
to
have
sent
most
of
it
without
interference
,
but
to
have
been
interrupted
in
the
concluding
portion
.
The
second
came
after
an
interval
of
a
week
.
The
first
message
begins
:
"
At
last
I
am
able
to
resume
this
--
"
it
then
becomes
illegible
for
a
space
,
and
after
a
time
resumed
in
mid-sentence
.
