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"
If
they
come
after
me
,
"
he
said
;
"
Lord
,
if
they
come
after
me
!
"
and
subsided
into
a
grim
meditation
.
I
sat
contemplating
these
things
.
I
could
find
nothing
to
bring
against
this
man
's
reasoning
.
In
the
days
before
the
invasion
no
one
would
have
questioned
my
intellectual
superiority
to
his
--
I
,
a
professed
and
recognised
writer
on
philosophical
themes
,
and
he
,
a
common
soldier
;
and
yet
he
had
already
formulated
a
situation
that
I
had
scarcely
realised
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
I
said
presently
.
"
What
plans
have
you
made
?
"
He
hesitated
.
"
Well
,
it
's
like
this
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
have
we
to
do
?
We
have
to
invent
a
sort
of
life
where
men
can
live
and
breed
,
and
be
sufficiently
secure
to
bring
the
children
up
.
Yes
--
wait
a
bit
,
and
I
'll
make
it
clearer
what
I
think
ought
to
be
done
.
The
tame
ones
will
go
like
all
tame
beasts
;
in
a
few
generations
they
'll
be
big
,
beautiful
,
rich-blooded
,
stupid
--
rubbish
!
The
risk
is
that
we
who
keep
wild
will
go
savage
--
degenerate
into
a
sort
of
big
,
savage
rat
...
.
You
see
,
how
I
mean
to
live
is
underground
.
I
've
been
thinking
about
the
drains
.
Of
course
those
who
do
n't
know
drains
think
horrible
things
;
but
under
this
London
are
miles
and
miles
--
hundreds
of
miles
--
and
a
few
days
rain
and
London
empty
will
leave
them
sweet
and
clean
.
The
main
drains
are
big
enough
and
airy
enough
for
anyone
.
Then
there
's
cellars
,
vaults
,
stores
,
from
which
bolting
passages
may
be
made
to
the
drains
.
And
the
railway
tunnels
and
subways
.
Eh
?
You
begin
to
see
?
And
we
form
a
band
--
able-bodied
,
clean-minded
men
.
We
're
not
going
to
pick
up
any
rubbish
that
drifts
in
.
Weaklings
go
out
again
.
"
"
As
you
meant
me
to
go
?
"
"
Well
--
l
parleyed
,
did
n't
I
?
"
"
We
wo
n't
quarrel
about
that
.
Go
on
.
"
"
Those
who
stop
obey
orders
.
Able-bodied
,
clean-minded
women
we
want
also
--
mothers
and
teachers
.
No
lackadaisical
ladies
--
no
blasted
rolling
eyes
.
We
ca
n't
have
any
weak
or
silly
.
Life
is
real
again
,
and
the
useless
and
cumbersome
and
mischievous
have
to
die
.
They
ought
to
die
.
They
ought
to
be
willing
to
die
.
It
's
a
sort
of
disloyalty
,
after
all
,
to
live
and
taint
the
race
.
And
they
ca
n't
be
happy
.
Moreover
,
dying
's
none
so
dreadful
;
it
's
the
funking
makes
it
bad
.
And
in
all
those
places
we
shall
gather
.
Our
district
will
be
London
.
And
we
may
even
be
able
to
keep
a
watch
,
and
run
about
in
the
open
when
the
Martians
keep
away
.
Play
cricket
,
perhaps
.
That
's
how
we
shall
save
the
race
.
Eh
?
It
's
a
possible
thing
?
But
saving
the
race
is
nothing
in
itself
.
As
I
say
,
that
's
only
being
rats
.
It
's
saving
our
knowledge
and
adding
to
it
is
the
thing
.
There
men
like
you
come
in
.
There
's
books
,
there
's
models
.
We
must
make
great
safe
places
down
deep
,
and
get
all
the
books
we
can
;
not
novels
and
poetry
swipes
,
but
ideas
,
science
books
.
That
's
where
men
like
you
come
in
.
We
must
go
to
the
British
Museum
and
pick
all
those
books
through
.
Especially
we
must
keep
up
our
science
--
learn
more
.
We
must
watch
these
Martians
.
Some
of
us
must
go
as
spies
.
When
it
's
all
working
,
perhaps
I
will
.
