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You
’
re
afraid
?
"
"
Who
wants
to
see
the
Future
,
who
ever
does
?
A
man
can
face
the
Past
,
but
to
think
—
the
pillars
crumbled
,
you
say
?
And
the
sea
empty
,
and
the
canals
dry
,
and
the
maidens
dead
,
and
the
flowers
withered
?
"
The
Martian
was
silent
,
but
then
he
looked
on
ahead
.
"
But
there
they
are
.
I
see
them
.
Isn
’
t
that
enough
for
me
?
They
wait
for
me
now
,
no
matter
what
you
say
.
"
And
for
Tomas
the
rockets
,
far
away
,
waiting
for
him
,
and
the
town
and
the
women
from
Earth
.
"
We
can
never
agree
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
us
agree
to
disagree
,
"
said
the
Martian
.
"
What
does
it
matter
who
is
Past
or
Future
,
if
we
are
both
alive
,
for
what
follows
will
follow
,
tomorrow
or
in
ten
thousand
years
.
How
do
you
know
that
those
temples
are
not
the
temples
of
your
own
civilization
one
hundred
centuries
from
now
,
tumbled
and
broken
?
You
do
not
know
.
Then
don
’
t
ask
.
But
the
night
is
very
short
.
There
go
the
festival
fires
in
the
sky
,
and
the
birds
.
"
Tomas
put
out
his
hand
.
The
Martian
did
likewise
in
imitation
.
Their
hands
did
not
touch
;
they
melted
through
each
other
.
"
Will
we
meet
again
?
"
"
Who
knows
?
Perhaps
some
other
night
.
"
"
I
’
d
like
to
go
with
you
to
that
festival
.
"
"
And
I
wish
I
might
come
to
your
new
town
,
to
see
this
ship
you
speak
of
,
to
see
these
men
,
to
hear
all
that
has
happened
.
"
