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A
question
of
graver
and
universal
interest
is
the
possibility
of
another
attack
from
the
Martians
.
I
do
not
think
that
nearly
enough
attention
is
being
given
to
this
aspect
of
the
matter
.
At
present
the
planet
Mars
is
in
conjunction
,
but
with
every
return
to
opposition
I
,
for
one
,
anticipate
a
renewal
of
their
adventure
.
In
any
case
,
we
should
be
prepared
.
It
seems
to
me
that
it
should
be
possible
to
define
the
position
of
the
gun
from
which
the
shots
are
discharged
,
to
keep
a
sustained
watch
upon
this
part
of
the
planet
,
and
to
anticipate
the
arrival
of
the
next
attack
.
In
that
case
the
cylinder
might
be
destroyed
with
dynamite
or
artillery
before
it
was
sufficiently
cool
for
the
Martians
to
emerge
,
or
they
might
be
butchered
by
means
of
guns
so
soon
as
the
screw
opened
.
It
seems
to
me
that
they
have
lost
a
vast
advantage
in
the
failure
of
their
first
surprise
.
Possibly
they
see
it
in
the
same
light
.
Lessing
has
advanced
excellent
reasons
for
supposing
that
the
Martians
have
actually
succeeded
in
effecting
a
landing
on
the
planet
Venus
.
Seven
months
ago
now
,
Venus
and
Mars
were
in
alignment
with
the
sun
;
that
is
to
say
,
Mars
was
in
opposition
from
the
point
of
view
of
an
observer
on
Venus
.
Subsequently
a
peculiar
luminous
and
sinuous
marking
appeared
on
the
unillumined
half
of
the
inner
planet
,
and
almost
simultaneously
a
faint
dark
mark
of
a
similar
sinuous
character
was
detected
upon
a
photograph
of
the
Martian
disk
.
One
needs
to
see
the
drawings
of
these
appearances
in
order
to
appreciate
fully
their
remarkable
resemblance
in
character
.
At
any
rate
,
whether
we
expect
another
invasion
or
not
,
our
views
of
the
human
future
must
be
greatly
modified
by
these
events
.
We
have
learned
now
that
we
can
not
regard
this
planet
as
being
fenced
in
and
a
secure
abiding
place
for
Man
;
we
can
never
anticipate
the
unseen
good
or
evil
that
may
come
upon
us
suddenly
out
of
space
.
It
may
be
that
in
the
larger
design
of
the
universe
this
invasion
from
Mars
is
not
without
its
ultimate
benefit
for
men
;
it
has
robbed
us
of
that
serene
confidence
in
the
future
which
is
the
most
fruitful
source
of
decadence
,
the
gifts
to
human
science
it
has
brought
are
enormous
,
and
it
has
done
much
to
promote
the
conception
of
the
commonweal
of
mankind
.
It
may
be
that
across
the
immensity
of
space
the
Martians
have
watched
the
fate
of
these
pioneers
of
theirs
and
learned
their
lesson
,
and
that
on
the
planet
Venus
they
have
found
a
securer
settlement
.
Be
that
as
it
may
,
for
many
years
yet
there
will
certainly
be
no
relaxation
of
the
eager
scrutiny
of
the
Martian
disk
,
and
those
fiery
darts
of
the
sky
,
the
shooting
stars
,
will
bring
with
them
as
they
fall
an
unavoidable
apprehension
to
all
the
sons
of
men
.
The
broadening
of
men
's
views
that
has
resulted
can
scarcely
be
exaggerated
.
Before
the
cylinder
fell
there
was
a
general
persuasion
that
through
all
the
deep
of
space
no
life
existed
beyond
the
petty
surface
of
our
minute
sphere
.
Now
we
see
further
.
If
the
Martians
can
reach
Venus
,
there
is
no
reason
to
suppose
that
the
thing
is
impossible
for
men
,
and
when
the
slow
cooling
of
the
sun
makes
this
earth
uninhabitable
,
as
at
last
it
must
do
,
it
may
be
that
the
thread
of
life
that
has
begun
here
will
have
streamed
out
and
caught
our
sister
planet
within
its
toils
.
Dim
and
wonderful
is
the
vision
I
have
conjured
up
in
my
mind
of
life
spreading
slowly
from
this
little
seed
bed
of
the
solar
system
throughout
the
inanimate
vastness
of
sidereal
space
.
But
that
is
a
remote
dream
.
It
may
be
,
on
the
other
hand
,
that
the
destruction
of
the
Martians
is
only
a
reprieve
.
To
them
,
and
not
to
us
,
perhaps
,
is
the
future
ordained
.
I
must
confess
the
stress
and
danger
of
the
time
have
left
an
abiding
sense
of
doubt
and
insecurity
in
my
mind
.
I
sit
in
my
study
writing
by
lamplight
,
and
suddenly
I
see
again
the
healing
valley
below
set
with
writhing
flames
,
and
feel
the
house
behind
and
about
me
empty
and
desolate
.
I
go
out
into
the
Byfleet
Road
,
and
vehicles
pass
me
,
a
butcher
boy
in
a
cart
,
a
cabful
of
visitors
,
a
workman
on
a
bicycle
,
children
going
to
school
,
and
suddenly
they
become
vague
and
unreal
,
and
I
hurry
again
with
the
artilleryman
through
the
hot
,
brooding
silence
.
Of
a
night
I
see
the
black
powder
darkening
the
silent
streets
,
and
the
contorted
bodies
shrouded
in
that
layer
;
they
rise
upon
me
tattered
and
dog-bitten
.
They
gibber
and
grow
fiercer
,
paler
,
uglier
,
mad
distortions
of
humanity
at
last
,
and
I
wake
,
cold
and
wretched
,
in
the
darkness
of
the
night
.
I
go
to
London
and
see
the
busy
multitudes
in
Fleet
Street
and
the
Strand
,
and
it
comes
across
my
mind
that
they
are
but
the
ghosts
of
the
past
,
haunting
the
streets
that
I
have
seen
silent
and
wretched
,
going
to
and
fro
,
phantasms
in
a
dead
city
,
the
mockery
of
life
in
a
galvanised
body
.
And
strange
,
too
,
it
is
to
stand
on
Primrose
Hill
,
as
I
did
but
a
day
before
writing
this
last
chapter
,
to
see
the
great
province
of
houses
,
dim
and
blue
through
the
haze
of
the
smoke
and
mist
,
vanishing
at
last
into
the
vague
lower
sky
,
to
see
the
people
walking
to
and
fro
among
the
flower
beds
on
the
hill
,
to
see
the
sight-seers
about
the
Martian
machine
that
stands
there
still
,
to
hear
the
tumult
of
playing
children
,
and
to
recall
the
time
when
I
saw
it
all
bright
and
clear-cut
,
hard
and
silent
,
under
the
dawn
of
that
last
great
day
...
.
And
strangest
of
all
is
it
to
hold
my
wife
's
hand
again
,
and
to
think
that
I
have
counted
her
,
and
that
she
has
counted
me
,
among
the
dead
.