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So the Lunites live by influx of divine energy, just as the incandescent lamp glows, glows, and is not consumed; receiving its life, if we may call it so, from the central power, which wears the unpleasant name of 'dynamo." The Lunites appeared to me as pale phosphorescent figures of ill-defined outline, lost in their own halos, as it were. I could not help thinking of Shelley's
"maiden With white fire laden." But as the Lunites were after all but provincials, as are the tenants of all the satellites, I did not care to contemplate them for any great length of time. I do not remember much about the two planets that came next to our own, except the beautiful rosy atmosphere of one and the huge bulk of the other.
"maiden With white fire laden." But as the Lunites were after all but provincials, as are the tenants of all the satellites, I did not care to contemplate them for any great length of time. I do not remember much about the two planets that came next to our own, except the beautiful rosy atmosphere of one and the huge bulk of the other.
But it seemed to her that life must be dull in any of them, and with that idea in her head her dreaming fancy had drawn these pictures. The Professor was interested in her conception of the existence of the Lunites without waste, and the death in life of the nitrogen-breathing Saturnians. Dream-chemistry was a new subject to him. Perhaps Number Five would give him some lessons in it.
The Lunites paid up smartly enough, as we were too close neighbours to allow of any hesitation; but the Gurka contribution had only partly come in the next morning, so that a party of the Levies was sent back, and the Gurka villagers had the trouble of bringing the loads along to Barnas, instead of only two miles into Lun, while the headman was made to carry a box of ammunition all the way to Chitral.
So the Lunites live by influx of divine energy, just as the incandescent lamp glows, glows, and is not consumed; receiving its life, if we may call it so, from the central power, which wears the unpleasant name of 'dynamo." The Lunites appeared to me as pale phosphorescent figures of ill-defined outline, lost in their own halos, as it were. I could not help thinking of Shelley's
But it seemed to her that life must be dull in any of them, and with that idea in her head her dreaming fancy had drawn these pictures. The Professor was interested in her conception of the existence of the Lunites without waste, and the death in life of the nitrogen-breathing Saturnians. Dream-chemistry was a new subject to him. Perhaps Number Five would give him some lessons in it.
There is your moon: a bare and desolate-looking place it is, and well it may be, for it has no respirable atmosphere, and no occasion for one. The Lunites do not breathe; they live without waste and without supply. You look as if you do not understand this. Yet your people have, as you well know, what they call incandescent lights everywhere.
There is your moon: a bare and desolate-looking place it is, and well it may be, for it has no respirable atmosphere, and no occasion for one. The Lunites do not breathe; they live without waste and without supply. You look as if you do not understand this. Yet your people have, as you well know, what they call incandescent lights everywhere.
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