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He
fell
silent
.
I
sat
meditating
his
words
.
For
a
time
his
wild
hope
of
communication
,
of
interpretation
,
with
these
weird
beings
held
me
.
Then
that
angry
despair
that
was
a
part
of
my
exhaustion
and
physical
misery
resumed
its
sway
.
I
perceived
with
a
sudden
novel
vividness
the
extraordinary
folly
of
everything
I
had
ever
done
.
"
Ass
!
"
I
said
;
"
oh
,
ass
,
unutterable
ass
...
I
seem
to
exist
only
to
go
about
doing
preposterous
things
.
Why
did
we
ever
leave
the
thing
?
...
Hopping
about
looking
for
patents
and
concessions
in
the
craters
of
the
moon
!
...
If
only
we
had
had
the
sense
to
fasten
a
handkerchief
to
a
stick
to
show
where
we
had
left
the
sphere
!
"
I
subsided
,
fuming
.
"
It
is
clear
,
"
meditated
Cavor
,
"
they
are
intelligent
.
One
can
hypothecate
certain
things
.
As
they
have
not
killed
us
at
once
,
they
must
have
ideas
of
mercy
.
Mercy
!
at
any
rate
of
restraint
.
Possibly
of
intercourse
.
They
may
meet
us
.
And
this
apartment
and
the
glimpses
we
had
of
its
guardian
.
These
fetters
!
A
high
degree
of
intelligence
...
"
"
I
wish
to
heaven
,
"
cried
I
,
"
I
'd
thought
even
twice
!
Plunge
after
plunge
.
First
one
fluky
start
and
then
another
.
It
was
my
confidence
in
you
!
Why
did
n't
I
stick
to
my
play
?
That
was
what
I
was
equal
to
.
That
was
my
world
and
the
life
I
was
made
for
.
I
could
have
finished
that
play
.
I
'm
certain
...
it
was
a
good
play
.
I
had
the
scenario
as
good
as
done
.
Then
...
Conceive
it
!
leaping
to
the
moon
!
Practically
--
I
've
thrown
my
life
away
!
That
old
woman
in
the
inn
near
Canterbury
had
better
sense
.
"
I
looked
up
,
and
stopped
in
mid-sentence
.
The
darkness
had
given
place
to
that
bluish
light
again
.
The
door
was
opening
,
and
several
noiseless
Selenites
were
coming
into
the
chamber
.
I
became
quite
still
,
staring
at
their
grotesque
faces
.
Then
suddenly
my
sense
of
disagreeable
strangeness
changed
to
interest
.
I
perceived
that
the
foremost
and
second
carried
bowls
.
One
elemental
need
at
least
our
minds
could
understand
in
common
.
They
were
bowls
of
some
metal
that
,
like
our
fetters
,
looked
dark
in
that
bluish
light
;
and
each
contained
a
number
of
whitish
fragments
.
All
the
cloudy
pain
and
misery
that
oppressed
me
rushed
together
and
took
the
shape
of
hunger
.
I
eyed
these
bowls
wolfishly
,
and
,
though
it
returned
to
me
in
dreams
,
at
that
time
it
seemed
a
small
matter
that
at
the
end
of
the
arms
that
lowered
one
towards
me
were
not
hands
,
but
a
sort
of
flap
and
thumb
,
like
the
end
of
an
elephant
's
trunk
.
The
stuff
in
the
bowl
was
loose
in
texture
,
and
whitish
brown
in
colour
--
rather
like
lumps
of
some
cold
souffle
,
and
it
smelt
faintly
like
mushrooms
.
From
a
partially
divided
carcass
of
a
mooncalf
that
we
presently
saw
,
I
am
inclined
to
believe
it
must
have
been
mooncalf
flesh
.
My
hands
were
so
tightly
chained
that
I
could
barely
contrive
to
reach
the
bowl
;
but
when
they
saw
the
effort
I
made
,
two
of
them
dexterously
released
one
of
the
turns
about
my
wrist
.
Their
tentacle
hands
were
soft
and
cold
to
my
skin
.
I
immediately
seized
a
mouthful
of
the
food
It
had
the
same
laxness
in
texture
that
all
organic
structures
seem
to
have
upon
the
moon
;
it
tasted
rather
like
a
gauffre
or
a
damp
meringue
,
but
in
no
way
was
it
disagreeable
.
I
took
two
other
mouthfuls
.
"
I
wanted
--
foo
'
!
"
said
I
,
tearing
off
a
still
larger
piece
...
For
a
time
we
ate
with
an
utter
absence
of
self-consciousness
.
We
ate
and
presently
drank
like
tramps
in
a
soup
kitchen
.
Never
before
nor
since
have
I
been
hungry
to
the
ravenous
pitch
,
and
save
that
I
have
had
this
very
experience
I
could
never
have
believed
that
,
a
quarter
of
a
million
of
miles
out
of
our
proper
world
,
in
utter
perplexity
of
soul
,
surrounded
,
watched
,
touched
by
beings
more
grotesque
and
inhuman
than
the
worst
creations
of
a
nightmare
,
it
would
be
possible
for
me
to
eat
in
utter
forgetfulness
of
all
these
things
.
They
stood
about
us
watching
us
,
and
ever
and
again
making
a
slight
elusive
twittering
that
stood
,
I
suppose
,
in
the
stead
of
speech
.
I
did
not
even
shiver
at
their
touch
.
And
when
the
first
zeal
of
my
feeding
was
over
,
I
could
note
that
Cavor
,
too
,
had
been
eating
with
the
same
shameless
abandon
.
When
at
last
we
had
made
an
end
of
eating
,
the
Selenites
linked
our
hands
closely
together
again
,
and
then
untwisted
the
chains
about
our
feet
and
rebound
them
,
so
as
to
give
us
a
limited
freedom
of
movement
.
Then
they
unfastened
the
chains
about
our
waists
.
To
do
all
this
they
had
to
handle
us
freely
,
and
ever
and
again
one
of
their
queer
heads
came
down
close
to
my
face
,
or
a
soft
tentacle-hand
touched
my
head
or
neck
.
I
do
n't
remember
that
I
was
afraid
then
or
repelled
by
their
proximity
.
I
think
that
our
incurable
anthropomorphism
made
us
imagine
there
were
human
heads
inside
their
masks
.
The
skin
,
like
everything
else
,
looked
bluish
,
but
that
was
on
account
of
the
light
;
and
it
was
hard
and
shiny
,
quite
in
the
beetle-wing
fashion
,
not
soft
,
or
moist
,
or
hairy
,
as
a
vertebrated
animal
's
would
be
.
Along
the
crest
of
the
head
was
a
low
ridge
of
whitish
spines
running
from
back
to
front
,
and
a
much
larger
ridge
curved
on
either
side
over
the
eyes
.
The
Selenite
who
untied
me
used
his
mouth
to
help
his
hands
.
