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I glanced for a moment at the smashed and writhing bodies that were scattered over the cavern floor, with a vague idea of further violence, then hurried on after Cavor. In the Sunlight Presently we saw that the cavern before us opened upon a hazy void.
Their use of goads in all probability mooncalf goads the lack of imagination they show in expecting us to be able to do just what they can do, their indisputable brutality, all seem to point to something of that sort. But if we endured " "Neither of us could endure a six-inch plank across the bottomless pit for very long." "No," said Cavor; "but then " "I won't," I said.
I had expected to discover myself hanging over our crater, and on the edge of the night, but all that was now only a part of the outline of the white crescent that filled the sky. And Cavor ? He was already infinitesimal. I tried to imagine what could have happened to him. But at that time I could think of nothing but death.
We peered amazed and incredulous, understanding so little that we could find no words to say. We could distinguish nothing that would give us a clue to the meaning of the faint shapes we saw. "What can it be?" I asked; "what can it be?" "The engineering!... They must live in these caverns during the night, and come out during the day." "Cavor!" I said. "Can they be that it was something like men?"
Look at that yonder! One might imagine it a lizard changed into a plant. And the glare!" "This is only the fresh morning," said Cavor. He sighed and looked about him. "This is no world for men," he said. "And yet in a way it appeals." He became silent for a time, then commenced his meditative humming. I started at a gentle touch, and found a thin sheet of livid lichen lapping over my shoe.
The little window vanished with a click, another beside it snapped open and instantly closed, and then a third, and for a moment I had to close my eyes because of the blinding splendour of the waning moon. For a space I had to stare at Cavor and the white-lit things about me to season my eyes to light again, before I could turn them towards that pallid glare.
Every moment they increased in numbers, and pressed more urgently upon the discs of my ushers" Cavor does not explain what he means by this "every moment fresh shapes emerged from the shadows and forced themselves upon my astounded attention.
And if anything goes wrong there are relief parties. But this it's just firing ourselves off the world for nothing." "Call it prospecting." "You'll have to call it that.... One might make a book of it perhaps," I said. "I have no doubt there will be minerals," said Cavor. "For example?" "Oh! sulphur, ores, gold perhaps, possibly new elements." "Cost of carriage," I said.
What the Selenites made of this amazing, and to my mind undignified irruption from another planet, I have no means of guessing. I seem to remember the sight of their backs as they ran in all directions, but I am not sure. All these last incidents before oblivion came are vague and faint in my mind. I know I made a step to follow Cavor, and tripped and fell headlong among the rocks.
Today, in 1965, there might have been a few wandering tribesmen in Somaliland or the Kirghiz Steppes who had never heard of the Western Union's Philadelphia Project, or of the Fourth Komintern's Red Triumph Five-Year Plan, or of the Islamic Kaliphate's Al-Borak Undertaking, or of the Ibero-American Confederation's Cavor Project, but every literate person in the world knew that the four great power-blocs were racing desperately to launch the first spaceship to reach the Moon and build the Lunar fortress that would insure world supremacy.
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