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With
infinite
trouble
I
managed
to
break
into
a
public-house
and
get
food
and
drink
.
I
was
weary
after
eating
,
and
went
into
the
parlour
behind
the
bar
,
and
slept
on
a
black
horsehair
sofa
I
found
there
.
I
awoke
to
find
that
dismal
howling
still
in
my
ears
,
"
Ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
.
"
It
was
now
dusk
,
and
after
I
had
routed
out
some
biscuits
and
a
cheese
in
the
bar
--
there
was
a
meat
safe
,
but
it
contained
nothing
but
maggots
--
I
wandered
on
through
the
silent
residential
squares
to
Baker
Street
--
Portman
Square
is
the
only
one
I
can
name
--
and
so
came
out
at
last
upon
Regent
's
Park
.
And
as
I
emerged
from
the
top
of
Baker
Street
,
I
saw
far
away
over
the
trees
in
the
clearness
of
the
sunset
the
hood
of
the
Martian
giant
from
which
this
howling
proceeded
.
I
was
not
terrified
.
I
came
upon
him
as
if
it
were
a
matter
of
course
.
I
watched
him
for
some
time
,
but
he
did
not
move
.
He
appeared
to
be
standing
and
yelling
,
for
no
reason
that
I
could
discover
.
I
tried
to
formulate
a
plan
of
action
.
That
perpetual
sound
of
"
Ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
"
confused
my
mind
.
Perhaps
I
was
too
tired
to
be
very
fearful
.
Certainly
I
was
more
curious
to
know
the
reason
of
this
monotonous
crying
than
afraid
.
I
turned
back
away
from
the
park
and
struck
into
Park
Road
,
intending
to
skirt
the
park
,
went
along
under
the
shelter
of
the
terraces
,
and
got
a
view
of
this
stationary
,
howling
Martian
from
the
direction
of
St.
John
's
Wood
.
A
couple
of
hundred
yards
out
of
Baker
Street
I
heard
a
yelping
chorus
,
and
saw
,
first
a
dog
with
a
piece
of
putrescent
red
meat
in
his
jaws
coming
headlong
towards
me
,
and
then
a
pack
of
starving
mongrels
in
pursuit
of
him
.
He
made
a
wide
curve
to
avoid
me
,
as
though
he
feared
I
might
prove
a
fresh
competitor
.
As
the
yelping
died
away
down
the
silent
road
,
the
wailing
sound
of
"
Ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
"
reasserted
itself
.
I
came
upon
the
wrecked
handling-machine
halfway
to
St.
John
's
Wood
station
.
At
first
I
thought
a
house
had
fallen
across
the
road
.
It
was
only
as
I
clambered
among
the
ruins
that
I
saw
,
with
a
start
,
this
mechanical
Samson
lying
,
with
its
tentacles
bent
and
smashed
and
twisted
,
among
the
ruins
it
had
made
.
The
forepart
was
shattered
.
It
seemed
as
if
it
had
driven
blindly
straight
at
the
house
,
and
had
been
overwhelmed
in
its
overthrow
.
It
seemed
to
me
then
that
this
might
have
happened
by
a
handling-machine
escaping
from
the
guidance
of
its
Martian
.
I
could
not
clamber
among
the
ruins
to
see
it
,
and
the
twilight
was
now
so
far
advanced
that
the
blood
with
which
its
seat
was
smeared
,
and
the
gnawed
gristle
of
the
Martian
that
the
dogs
had
left
,
were
invisible
to
me
.
Wondering
still
more
at
all
that
I
had
seen
,
I
pushed
on
towards
Primrose
Hill
.
Far
away
,
through
a
gap
in
the
trees
,
I
saw
a
second
Martian
,
as
motionless
as
the
first
,
standing
in
the
park
towards
the
Zoological
Gardens
,
and
silent
.
A
little
beyond
the
ruins
about
the
smashed
handling-machine
I
came
upon
the
red
weed
again
,
and
found
the
Regent
's
Canal
,
a
spongy
mass
of
dark-red
vegetation
.
As
I
crossed
the
bridge
,
the
sound
of
"
Ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
"
ceased
.
It
was
,
as
it
were
,
cut
off
.
The
silence
came
like
a
thunderclap
.
The
dusky
houses
about
me
stood
faint
and
tall
and
dim
;
the
trees
towards
the
park
were
growing
black
.
All
about
me
the
red
weed
clambered
among
the
ruins
,
writhing
to
get
above
me
in
the
dimness
.
Night
,
the
mother
of
fear
and
mystery
,
was
coming
upon
me
.
But
while
that
voice
sounded
the
solitude
,
the
desolation
,
had
been
endurable
;
by
virtue
of
it
London
had
still
seemed
alive
,
and
the
sense
of
life
about
me
had
upheld
me
.
Then
suddenly
a
change
,
the
passing
of
something
--
I
knew
not
what
--
and
then
a
stillness
that
could
be
felt
.
Nothing
but
this
gaunt
quiet
.
London
about
me
gazed
at
me
spectrally
.
The
windows
in
the
white
houses
were
like
the
eye
sockets
of
skulls
.
About
me
my
imagination
found
a
thousand
noiseless
enemies
moving
.
Terror
seized
me
,
a
horror
of
my
temerity
.
In
front
of
me
the
road
became
pitchy
black
as
though
it
was
tarred
,
and
I
saw
a
contorted
shape
lying
across
the
pathway
.
I
could
not
bring
myself
to
go
on
.
I
turned
down
St.
John
's
Wood
Road
,
and
ran
headlong
from
this
unendurable
stillness
towards
Kilburn
.
I
hid
from
the
night
and
the
silence
,
until
long
after
midnight
,
in
a
cabmen
's
shelter
in
Harrow
Road
.
But
before
the
dawn
my
courage
returned
,
and
while
the
stars
were
still
in
the
sky
I
turned
once
more
towards
Regent
's
Park
.
I
missed
my
way
among
the
streets
,
and
presently
saw
down
a
long
avenue
,
in
the
half-light
of
the
early
dawn
,
the
curve
of
Primrose
Hill
.
On
the
summit
,
towering
up
to
the
fading
stars
,
was
a
third
Martian
,
erect
and
motionless
like
the
others
.
An
insane
resolve
possessed
me
.
I
would
die
and
end
it
.
And
I
would
save
myself
even
the
trouble
of
killing
myself
.
I
marched
on
recklessly
towards
this
Titan
,
and
then
,
as
I
drew
nearer
and
the
light
grew
,
I
saw
that
a
multitude
of
black
birds
was
circling
and
clustering
about
the
hood
.
At
that
my
heart
gave
a
bound
,
and
I
began
running
along
the
road
.
